A Poetry Showcase by John D Robinson

John D Robinson is a UK based poet: hundreds of his poems have appeared online and in print: he has published several chapbooks and four full collections of his poetry: a book of short stories and a novel ‘Running Colours’:  he is a multiple Pushcart Nominee


We are so cobwebbed,
thin, delicate,
our movements dare
not risk a rise of
retreat into the
crevices of art and
find yourself
in a place
crawling with
scratching hands
and staring
hearts that
for no other,
you survive
write and paint
that reflect the
and stupidity
and the
of such
that walk by


Cascading flurry of menacing 
streets and alleyways, the
infinite sirens of humanity’s
failures and the cries of
children yet to be:
we back up against a barrier
stained with treachery,
with lies, with poverty,
but listen, closely,
and you will hear
the voices begin to
to beat
in your heart.


Between the signatures of dust,
we wonder, wander, work,
our footprints
dying as they
are trodden,
our kisses and
shattering and
upon touch: 
our hopes fleeing
into the imagination
of something
other than
and without a 
we turn
our backs.


I was born
hanging onto
the edges of
the horizon,
the twilight,
thrown into the
wilds of
and the howls
of a literary
in the alleys
and palaces of
and it was here
I stole
the secrets
of a new
knowing it 
was never
going to
make it.


Time costs nothing
but she’d charge
for her time and
favours, just enough
to score: blowjobs
and her asshole were
not available, no
matter the offer:
from a distance I
loved her brightness
and natural warmth
and innocence and
I’d see her passed-
out in the street, in
a shop doorway at
2pm and I’d want 
to pick her up and
take her home to
warmth and safety,
but I never did:
she was attacked
and stabbed by a
speed freak, survived
and didn’t change
course and died of
a heroin overdose
leaving me alone
in a world, where
time cannot be
purchased or sold,
but I know that
now, time is yours
forever and time
of mine
is winding down
and I feel your
breath ticking
like a metronome 
keeping the beat
of a fading


Stand tall,
and may
your shadows
may their
voyeur into
the arms
of something
we know
do not have
a name for.


There is a death
upon our lips,
life in our breath,
there is hope
in our hearts
and failure
in our heads:
there is a
poetry, a song,
we all know,
we all sing
in our native
our hands
never quite

A SATURDAY AFTERNOONYou’ve hardly spoken to me for
3 weeks and now you won’t
shut up!’ she told me:
I was beautifully stoned on
valium and codeine and some
very naughty hash: I was
attempting to engage my wife
into a conversation about
who, why? how, we are as a 
species upon this planet,
what is our purpose?
beauty and horror!
that’s us!
‘You know’ she said ‘when
you do talk to me sometimes,
it makes absolutely no fucking
‘I love you’ I said:
‘There you go again!’ she said.


Today was the day
I lost my best friend,
for the final 40
seconds of his life
we looked each
other in the eyes,
I wanted to let him
know I was there,
as I’ve always been:
‘Would you like a 
couple of minutes
alone with him 
Mr Robinson?’ the
nurse asked:
‘Yes please, 
thank you’ I said:
I told him repeatedly
that I loved him and
that I missed him
already and stroked
and kissed his now
lifeless beautiful
face for the last
today was the day
that robbed even my
ghosts of their tears.


Midnight happened
decades ago,
I’m still there,
loitering like the
bum I am,
seeking words
and shadows,
looking for whoever
or whatever finds
I’m still here
and midnight
has passed-on,
light is coming
but she’ll never
find me
as she’ll never
think of looking
inside herself.

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Lawrence Moore

with Lawrence Moore

Q1: When did you start writing and first influences?

Lawrence: I played around with words and wrote the odd poem as a kid, but it didn’t take off in any way until I was a hyper-political college youth with vague dreams of being a singer-songwriter. I would leave little scrawled scraps of lyrics around the house (a nightmare for my minimalist husband to be!). I felt an affinity for John Donne’s poetry early on, but didn’t become a bookworm until my early thirties, so took my influences from artists I loved such as Indigo Girls, Levellers and Kirsty MacColl.

Q2: Who are your biggest influences today?

Lawrence: I’m into some well known poets, like Wendy Cope and Seigfried Sasoon, but I’ve delved deeper down the rabbit hole of Twitter, where I am continually inspired by Kristin Garth (lolaandjolie), c m taylor (@carma_t), Susan Richardson (@floweringink), Annest Gwilym (@AnnestGwilym) and many others.

Q3: Where did you grow up and how did that influence your writing? Have any travels away from home influence your work?

Lawrence: I’ve lived my whole life in the working class coastal city of Portsmouth, rarely traveling. The people I’ve met and experiences I’ve had left their emotional mark on me (particularly as a kid in school experiencing friendship, bullying and unrequited love) but that’s true of most people in most towns. It has given me a love of football and the sea. Perhaps the roughness at the edges helped to make me an introvert, but I’m very fond of the place.

Q4: What do you consider the most meaningful work you’ve done creatively so far?

Lawrence: I guess ‘Holding Hands’ – a pared down, free verse poem I wrote about the difficulties my husband and I have felt as a same sex couple wanting to show affection in public. I am a big fan of form poetry but sometimes, when I have something to get off my chest, it flows out quickly in free verse.

Q5: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer?


Since my late teens at least, I’ve always sought some sort of creative outlet, but mostly as a dilettante, flitting from discipline to discipline (with zero discipline).
I often looked to make something happen with poetry – on MySpace in 2007, then in 2010/11 and 2015, but then I tried quite hard to be a singer-songwriter for a couple of years. I found the whole concept pretty intimidating because it has so many aspects – for example, production, melody, lyrics, vocals and instrumentalism. I partook in a grade 4 piano exam with grim determination but was a mess because of nerves.
In 2018, I spoke at my dad’s funeral, where I read the poem ‘High Flight’ by John Gillespie Magee Junior to some thirty people, and despite the strains that come with such an undertaking, it dawned on me later that I’d handled it a lot more calmly than I had the piano exam. I saw nothing in poetry that could unnerve me and felt ready to wave my dilettante days goodbye.

Q6: Favorite activities to relax?

Lawrence: Reading, listening to music, going for walks and playing Elder Scrolls games.

Q7: Any recent or forthcoming projects you’d like to promote?

Lawrence: I’ve made several poem videos, for accepted pieces, that I’ll be putting up on Twitter upon publication. I’m also working (I hope) towards a first collection, so that is occupying my mind a fair bit.

Q8: What is a favorite line/stanza from a poem/writing of yours or others?


My place within this scheme is very small –
I am no Gandalf, I am Radagast.

From my ‘Radagast’, to be published in Sarasvati (Indigo Dreams Publishing)

Q9: Who has helped you most with writing?

Lawrence: My mum helps me quite a bit. She wrote poetry herself and is a very qualified teacher. She got me using more line breaks for effect and has read and commented on everything I’ve had accepted, which concerns me a little as I may get something really lewd or terrifying published one day and then feel obliged to show it to her!

Bio: Lawrence Moore has been writing poems – some silly, some serious – since childhood. He lives in Portsmouth, England with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. He has poetry published at, among others, Dreich, Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Quince Magazine and Green Ink Poetry. @LawrenceMooreUK

3 poems by Lawrence Moore : “Over the Trees” “They Sang For Me” “Tethered”

Poetry mix by Lawrence Moore : ‘My Dream Playground’ from Anthology & new poem ‘Plumb the Depths’

3 poems by Lawrence Moore : “Battle-Hardened” “Ghost #2”, “I am a Tightrope Walker”


Twitter: @LawrencemooreUK


Wolfpack Honorary Contributor: Lawrence Moore

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