Graham Leese

Rookie (27/03/88 / London)

Graham Leese Poems

1. The Boats Come In. 1/9/2008
2. Settling Into The Beach. 1/15/2008
3. Lazy Circadian 1/20/2008
4. Gangsta Trails. 1/22/2008
5. Concrete Trappings 1/31/2008
6. The Road To Koh Phangan 2/22/2008
7. April 5/1/2008
8. Spurting Inside 12/6/2007
9. Cut Through The Enhancement 12/6/2007
10. Obsession 12/6/2007
11. Coping With Distance 12/6/2007
12. Sleeping Rough 12/6/2007
13. Through Midnight Deserts 5/12/2008
14. Beyond The Furniture. 5/12/2008
15. Two Elephants Fall Off A Cliff 5/12/2008
16. Ophelia's Drowning 5/12/2008
17. Jungle High Retreat 1/9/2008
18. Dinner Talk. 1/9/2008

Comments about Graham Leese

  • Paul Wright (5/8/2006 9:04:00 PM)

    I presume 'Chris Ogunlowo' is an alias, right? Anyway, I think it's about time you got the credit you deserved. Having just read your biography -never normally read those- I can see that, sure enough, you are about 18 years old. Most of your work is a cut above what most people deliver on this site. Period. There are many people here who sing their own praises on a daily basis while you go about your business quietly. Your attitude to what you do is very healthy; you keep aiming high and are resilient. Great things are in store for you if you keep refining what you do and experimenting. You are the most natural talent I have ever read on this website, bar nobody.

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  • Chris Ogunlowo (4/12/2006 5:53:00 PM)

    Brilliant, I love the choice of words. It's apt.

  • Chris Ogunlowo (4/12/2006 5:51:00 PM)

    Brilliant, I love the language. It's apt.

Best Poem of Graham Leese

Jungle High Retreat

I could sleep for trails
of silk in the wind
to carry us
through crystal sands with
nothing but stashed dreams and tinted
sunglasses, a strange blood orange stain.

The ghosts of long dead Victorians
can glow in gaslight
their children sepia like bones buried
long ago. In the hushed twilight lone sparrows
can guide me to heaven because the streams
lie stranded in the wake of angels.

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Coping With Distance

Lurking in resin shadow, floating
In skin’s cloudspace; a distant sunset
And the shimmering ocean’s grace.

Seem to run through; thickness
In our air; hand unheld in the darkness-
The everlong trickle of touch.

Countries come, and they go-

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