Tag Archives: Christopher Barnes

On The Birth Throes Of Cherry Riches

We dignify our new-begotten issue Into this scofflaw lineage. Fated is a motley record. To be nativitied in maximum-security Is recognition for us. Termlessly may she be dumb, happy, Pelfing dependable admiration From swindlers and prowlers. Christopher Barnes’ first collection … Continue reading

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To Honour The Marriage Vows Of Dick Goody And Precious Luckins

Mouthpieces screamed it wouldn’t blossom; Pewed we even now gang up, Except Angel, the bridesmaid cuffed For head-butting our groom. Such pretty-pretty glad rags. What’s a trickle in blood – A sleeping partner won’t lay waste To your perfect, made … Continue reading

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Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (23)

In the Theatre Profane Inescapable revelations arise, Head-on to Camera 7… …An easy-temper hand Twiddling follicles, bending singed hair – Sammy lulling Bevan. Gum-tree stairs crewless. Pan to… A short-spurt log fire, Close-up door, Free spaced ferns in pots And … Continue reading

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Filming ‘Blood Shot Silk’ – Deleted Scene (22)

In a newsreel rout, Frank Langella, (As Ali Wrey), staggers, Postured under flashbulbs. Delirious crowd, Look-back of gawks. Cut to…Roma Graves, At-a-loose-end swagger Skewing the boudoir. Drawn breath off-screen. A raise-the-alarm mutter. We’re vantaging the script, Hoodwinking the writer’s ego, … Continue reading

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