SIMON PARKER
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a disappearing
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Said and done
Ingres and Delacroix share a coffee
If you follow the silk road
In him we trust
n.b. for Barney
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Watching Phaedra at the National Theatre
We return to a relationship
with concrete
pressed low light suffocating
a refuge
for the white haired wobblers we will become
distant words
bleach
the darkness speech ricochets
in the shining glass a family swims
secrets & yearning
held rigid beneath
babble
crafted behaviour carved for survival
the past spills desire spills stories crack
too many sons are lost
in lusts reddening maelstrom of meaning
cruelty & longing swirling dangerous dance partners
dark sweat obscures the eyes
the glass holds
as flesh splinters throats would rather be cut
than carry the ache of abandonment
when love has gone
we must
go with it
© Simon Parker
Home
Blog
Theatre
Aching Parts
Take me to where the arrows no longer fall
The Right Kind of Violence
Own Goal
Mooring
Yellow Fever
Just Like Flies
Snap
Home
Vex
Fictions
Gross
The 7.22
For Those Who Trespass
Karaoke
We Only Notice When It's Gone
This is a story that I am going to make a story out of
Les Anglais en Vacances
She
La Comedie Humaine
POETRY
a disappearing
Unfolding
Street Scene
Said and done
Ingres and Delacroix share a coffee
If you follow the silk road
In him we trust
n.b. for Barney
Who Can Erase The Traces?
LIVEWORKS
Watching Phaedra at the National Theatre
Notes from a wanderer
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Contact