Category Archives: Martin Porter

His life flows like ink from his fountain pen, The type that sucks up the blackness by capillary action Effortlessly, until one day A blockage might occur in the feed Or the sac begins to perish And decay. He wears … Continue reading →

his father unfolded the concertina map, laying it in dunes on the table he googled it, name in box, click of a button, eyes on the screen and zoomed in to see every grain of sand, a hermit crab caught, … Continue reading →

“As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host, but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way, and denied so vehemently any knowledge of … Continue reading →

“I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do” O Pioneers – Willa Cather Choose your sapling carefully. If planting bare rooted, Ensure the roots can spread In an elegant … Continue reading →

“When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain, By Your touch You call us back to life again; Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been: Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.” – … Continue reading →

1. To test the system God sent forth His wish That Abram, who loved his son so deeply, should love his God to death And slay his own beloved, his only boy, So Abram took his knife up, to love … Continue reading →

(Sea of Tranquility, 20:17 UT, July 20, 1969) 30 seconds. Twelve o two is crying for attention. Overloaded, the god in the machine Is in a state of panic And demands that you stop. But down below, the surface Where … Continue reading →

In the beginning was the word Stretched across the frontier like a hide Between creation and the void. Vapid, she approaches, a wall of face powder Held in place by skin, stretched so tight A push of a pin might … Continue reading →