New work – Page 2 – Tom Chivers

Camouflage Park

I have contributed to the Preliminary Report of the Special Works School.

This island is waiting for a gate a gate in steel or a gate in glass a gate stretching the concept of gate a deflecting gate in a gap in the circuitboard a gate that will not be relocated brick by brick a gate not a door, not a house, not a barreContinue reading “The Island of Gates”

Birdbook

I have a new poem in Birdbook 1: Towns, Parks, Gardens & Woodland – the latest venture from Sidekick Books. You can buy it here. ……….

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Silkworms Ink have only been around for about 5 minutes, but already they’ve chalked up a staggering 50 e-chapbooks by the likes of Michael Egan, Chrissy Williams and Sam Riviere. A vital resource for scoping exciting new poetic talent, they also run an entertaining, provocative and intelligent blog. So I’m delighted to have been askedContinue reading “L”

Of Mass & Damage

I squat like a sly dog like a pregnant Boeing to junk all grace and genuflect – to utter a furred kettle’s pitch electrics fizzing O spoilt miracle of my heart. Pray I pitch my bones into some task of worth as your nails, Lord, elbow and fibrous scapula graze theContinue reading “Of Mass & Damage”

Tumulus

I am hyperplastic, surrounded by tumuli. A drone moves in the valley below. Cysts smoulder with a wash of unidentified chemicals. What started as archaeology has rapidly descended into farce. Black hares mewl in the bushes. Bastards. Moon turns the lake to a silk hankie gathered at a point. Rivers crawl, the bastard interlopers. EntropyContinue reading “Tumulus”

Civic Block Print

First we enter a series of interconnected rooms post-ghetto porous nodes linked by bus routes voting patterns where two boroughs converge the new bridge slips a jack Maddy who was with me at the time compared Bishopsgate to the muscular sheet metal topography of Dubai Bateman’s Row leads to light industry the 67 to Dalston isContinue reading “Civic Block Print”

Closed Circuits III-V

III I told myself I was [pause] beautiful – installed a security door with steel grille – feeling centrifugal [inaudible] or [pause] partly like a photograph [inaudible] you know like with bonnets and those [pause] but luckily they got it all on tape there was this one time a wolf just scurried past my doorContinue reading “Closed Circuits III-V”

Closed Circuits I-II

Closed Circuits I Quango invites you to a roller disco. Glide inline. Bring out your dead. Prepare to be crowdsourced. Wait for the punch to rearrange your cartilage – make of your spine a cudgel for the package holiday you booked reality up for. A door reveals itself like a nailbomb in the empty hangarContinue reading “Closed Circuits I-II”

Untitled

My uncle was dispensing financial advice when the floods came. I was walking out on the jetty and frantically closing windows. He was recommending ISAs, which was strange as the sun was flat. I used the colour drop tool to change the sky. Brickwork was falling and then I was gripping it in my handsContinue reading “Untitled”