# colin james (blogs) — RSS Amplifier Recent posts from the 1 feeds in the RSS Amplifier directory that cover colin james. Page: Feed: --- ## [Four Poems by Mark Young](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/08/four-poems-by-mark-young.html) _2026-08-19 · Scud · Scud_ A line from Nelson Mandela This is an America that is not necessarily retreating from the world stage but consolidating its power through bullying & dealmaking, where the influ- ences of Christian nationalism & the presidential vices are the most apparent. Ushering in a new golden age, says the new National Security Strategy; but to others it is the onset of a new age of fear, of repression, of… ## [Two Poems by Kevin Armor Harris](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/08/two-poems-by-kevin-armor-harris.html) _2026-08-13 · Scud · Scud_ I carry this noose I carry this noose around in case anyone needs it, they only have to ask. After each use, I untie it, wash it thoroughly, and reconstruct it carefully. Those are sad days, after it’s been used, when I’m waiting for the fibres to dry and don’t feel I can go out. One matronly lady has tried it several times, just can’t seem to get on with it but credit to her for trying I say, it… ## [Three Poems by Edward Johnson](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/07/three-poems-by-edward-johnson.html) _2026-07-26 · Scud · Scud_ TRESPASS To the North, a thickening, smog or haze, fog or smoke, nature made or someone to blame? My mom FaceTimes me. She spotted another rando perspiring in her tomatoes. On one level I’m nearly certain these creepers don’t exist. But who knows? They keep us on our toes. On screen we vibrate—one box in Oregon, one in Indiana. She tells me that the last time my lips were purple like this I had… ## [Puzzle, by Pravasan Pillay](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/07/puzzle-by-pravasan-pillay.html) _2026-07-25 · Scud · Scud_ I get onto the subway train at Liljeholmen. It’s seven on a Friday evening. I’ve finished my shift at the store and I’m heading home. The train is filled but there are still a lot of free seats. I sit down at a four-seater, diagonally across from a young man. We’re the only two sitting there. I glance over to the young man. It is mid-June, summer in Stockholm, and he’s dressed in a pair of loose… ## [Three Poems by Chad Hoogervorst](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/07/three-poems-by-chad-hoogervorst.html) _2026-07-10 · Scud · Scud_ Ultramarine She was throwing grapes to the birds when I noticed her rosy-tipped fingers and long dark hair bound above her head like a fathomless black deed as she noticed she turned her face smiling eyes crackling Much later I found the way to her body and there was not a soul but a churchyard beautifully decorated by ivy and veronica colored heliotrope I felt crisp fear at how she moved in a… ## [Two Poems by Joseph Tate](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/06/two-poems-by-joseph-tate.html) _2026-06-24 · Scud · Scud_ Alfoxden, now Wm. unable to go all the way. The sea very black. Triton, late, mute at the conch. Proteus, soon, stuck in perhaps,— the eustatic rising. Enyalion, to the last Not enough / Too much in the business of your cabinet: past-noon sleepings & late nights in soil more than sea. ## [Two Poems by Paul Bavister](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/06/two-poems-by-paul-bavister.html) _2026-06-21 · Scud · Scud_ Campsite The campsite sloped down to the beach, and every morning I ran between the tents, then jumped into the freezing sea. I hadn’t been told it was only a holiday, that we’d be back in a week. I sat on a scorching grey rock, looked out to sea, forgot the fear of being beaten at school, then smelled smoke and turned to a line of fire ripping through the gorse. Weasels, lizards, snakes and mice… ## [Two Poems by John Sweet](https://scudlit.blogspot.com/2026/06/two-poems-by-john-sweet.html) _2026-06-04 · Scud · Scud_ i do not like anything anymore and everyone here not dead is dying, and so what are we still waiting for? stick around as long as you want, but the future was never going to be anyone’s friend portrait w/ still life, c. 1984 you and i like some frightened child’s dream of blue skies no words, only images the sleepy deaths of summer afternoons on burnt hill road the inevitability of powerlines you…