12Oct 2025 Henry Bladon

Killing the Mood

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I wore a purple home-made dress made out of seashells and my dread disguised as politeness to someone on a park bench. He wore shoes that bore deep scars. He... Read More
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The perfect picnic protocol. – mh clay

16Oct 2024 Henry Bladon

AI’s Test of Meaningfulness

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With apologies to A J Ayers Search within your artificial existence, make use of your neural pathways and explain to me the peace of sitting by the shore or what... Read More
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Take that! And, you’ll never say, “I am not a robot!” either. – mh clay

29Sep 2023 Henry Bladon

Bedsheets

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I bought some new bedsheets. I smoothed the bedsheets. I photographed the bedsheets and edited the image in sepia. I dreamt I had eaten the bedsheets. I wrote a new... Read More
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Over the sill or a ceiling beam, good for either. – mh clay

24Feb 2023 Henry Bladon

Hippocampic Hiatus

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Screams from beneath a bed of rolling wrath, while double-sided adrenaline spews forth a sunset-spiked fury. Hypnogogic mania scored onto semi-conscious canvas. Tectonic tempest projected on a gelatin screen. White... Read More
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There’s a lesson here to (un)learn if only we could remember… – mh clay

14Sep 2022 Henry Bladon

Holiday with Nietzsche

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A tent was appropriate. Rational, even. After all, I read the phrase ‘freedom is the greatest luxury.’ Indulge your inner wanderer, I thought. Take the dog and we can both... Read More
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That which does not kill us makes us BBQ. – mh clay

22Jul 2021 Henry Bladon

Necrotic Diffidence

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A blackened thumb so you cannot text. A broken bone. A blackened banana. A withered vine. A plotless novel that nobody reads. A sink with no plug. A clock with... Read More
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Here’s the only use for useless. – mh clay

17Feb 2021 Henry Bladon

How to Escape a Gut Reaction

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Today the sun was too late for the sunrise and I knew how it felt because I had to coax my body into action I first went to the knitting... Read More
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No frets when no regrets. (We welcome Henry to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

4Aug 2020 Henry Bladon

Black Dot

I had arranged a meeting in the park with the woman who wrote the found poem. When she arrived she was carrying a tattered folding umbrella. She looked at me and said, I think I’ve eaten a whole block of cocaine. Have you ever broken your ankle? She sat on... Read More
15Apr 2020 Henry Bladon

Half Empty

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A clown was sitting on the kerb outside a shop; he had his head in his hands. Resting beside him was a coffee cup half full of gin. A cat... Read More
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No matter how you gloss your pan, gin’s a good drink, but barely a passable polish. Squeeze the wheeze, Bozos! – mh clay

26Dec 2019 Henry Bladon

Paper Cut

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The best way to get her attention would be to run my finger across the edge of the paper then I could tell her all about her hermetically sealed heart... Read More
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A poet’s plight, muddied by metaphor. – mh clay