The skiff
on the horizon
incisor biting
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- Anhedonia
- Waves
- On human beings
- Bay poem
- Stones
- Prophesy
- Change
- The swimmers
- Sea poem
- The Milky Way
- Continuities
- Before
- Day's eye
- Violence
- Second childhood
- Time
- Vacuum
- Some light
- Every day
- Patience
- Ideas which never find words
- The Vietnam War
- Self control
- Knowledge is possession
- Yell poem
- Gesamkunstwerk
- Days poem
- The technological uncanny
- Herrings and onions
- Evening poem
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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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