Some Poems by Joe Pascoe

These poems are a selection from the forthcoming Gum Tree Burning (July 2019). Collages also by Joe. 

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Joe Pascoe, Wild Rose

Upset Letterbox

Oh dear, you already know what

I’m going to say

Don’t you?


Let me surprise you

We letterboxes like to watch the street

We are highly status conscious

Identity politics is our game


Wifi is such a smart arse

Unbelievably expensive

Data whore

Time vampire


Oh well, just venting


We both have a place

For evermore

My life has changed

I accept that now

A museum on a stick

That’s me.



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Joe Pascoe, The Fire


Robert moved with surety

Like a surfer

Kind and big shouldered

Never seen painting

Guided by a spirit


Grey on white

White on white

Dark grey with coloured thread

A chess board style

That took the wall

For granted


Somewhere between ideas and ends

Tall buildings and flat streets

The conceptual code

Truth in form

Truth too in sheer surfaces

Forcing reflection

From a man with a shy smile


Rich minimalism

Not despairing

A prayer in paint

A deep mental pool for you to view


We seek contemporary art

Seeking sensation

A sport he did not play

With his wind cheater and Volkswagen

Crew cut and near death scar


Pure thought

Proportion crossed by edged line

Creating non-natural beauty

Beyond trees

Manhattan streets giving us a pattern

Civilisation’s marker

Now over the horizon

Vale Robert.



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Joe Pascoe, Bird



Like poetry


Selection of wool


A wearer


Style and choice


Two hands or a machine

A modest budget

A good mood

Some conception of space

A bit of correction

Attention to joins


A grateful wearer

Careful washing

Timely affection


Matching with things

Cooler weather