Traffic beaten black and blue.
This tarpaulin sky. This tongue-red
pillar box in amongst the grey.
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- Early morning poem
- Probability
- The water-surface dwellers
- Why is there something rather than nothing?
- L'Oedipe de Goux
- Preferring animals to people
- North wind poem
- Hamlet, advise
- The house near the sea
- Secrecies
- etereturnum
- Transgression
- Crumple zones, foam insulation
- Music and deafness
- Comet poem
- Pater
- Listening
- "I live in Trafalgar Square, four lions to guard m...
- Apple poem
- Civil wars
- Roar
- X-Ray
- Pattern
- Etymology
- Sinews
- Driving west along the M3, Sunbury, dusk
- Rebirthing
- Freedoms
- On 9-11
- A question about obviousness
- Death, life
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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