SINK – Poetry from the Fire Swamp is published

Fox Raven published the Storey Tarris UK & Emmy Horstkamp Poetry book entitled Sink – Poetry from the Fire Swamp on March 31, 2024 The collaborators are working on Book 2.


Publication Error

There are two errors in the formatting of the book. Storey Tarris UK will stamp the errors with her date stamp and sign the book. If you are in the London area, she will meet with you on Monday / Tuesdays. If you request a meeting for date stamping, the stamped book will be photographed and added to the Storey Tarris UK memoir series.

We do not have a location for you to send the book for stamping at the moment. There is a possibility for date stamping by mail starting in September 2024.

Guests, Never Listed / March 7 / 2024

Morning alone on the line
Ringing Zip Zip Zip Zap
Impossible Woman's life
means I mean something.
Excuses scrubbed history,
Starched and pressed thursday
creased down the middle.

By Emmy Horstkamp 7/3/2024
Storey Tarris UK March 7/3/2024 Commuter Series

Out in the Crowd / March 4 / 2024

Out in the crowd - Look, take a chance, go.
Moments passing, life alarms and black birds overhead.
A mist rising, doors closing, sun beams relaying.
Monday started.
Evaporating with morning, spring arrives
Year's week nine.
Commuter Series – Storey Tarris UK – March 4, 2024 – Monday

Digital Men  / February 27 / 2024

Office focused individuals inhabiting space and hierarchy.

*Remembber structure and social placing*

Investigate the whys later - low lying connections and raven's warnings.

Every digital man covered in data.  Arriving in time for Tuesday's work day groove.

Methodical pace between buildings on beaten paths chosen.

Chilled air - two different lives.

by Emmy Horstkamp 27/2/2024
Commuter Series 27/2/2024 Storey Tarris UK

Conversations / February 7 2024

Informal eight Commute
full of noise and bikes;
Looselipped conversations.

by Emmy Horstkamp

This morning, I commuted to work three hours later than usual. The crowd at the later time is different. The commuters sat together and talked during the trip, a little like the early afternoon commute.

They talked about work and other things which happened the day before or that day. I heard their words while standing near a bunch of foldable bikes. Someone was talking about the bikes and saying that if the queen stood next to a bike, the person might lose the bike if she stood by a bike, the bike could possibly be hers. So if the queen was standing like I was next to his or her bike, the owner of the bike would have to wait to see if the queen walked off the train with the bike or asked him to assemble the bike and then rode off on it.

I realised after hearing this conversation that there is a little bit of risk owning things in the United Kingdom. People of the Aristocracy or the Monarchy could ruin your commuter day by just liking your bike and inferring that they want it.

I promise the universe that if I want a second bike, I will go to the store and buy it. I will never take a bike away from someone except in an emergency, and then I would pay you for it. Promise.

No crying eyes ok.

Waves / February 6 / 2024


Maybe it’s raining.
The wind blowing at the office building,
“Water damage,” said the guard.

by Emmy Horstkamp


The waves from the Thames
Pigeons fluffed on the walkway
Cobblestone bypass.

by Emmy Horstkamp

The poems above were written while walking to an office along the Thames.  The walk between one office space and another took me past the Tate where a group of birds were sleeping on the onramp to the bridge.  I walked as quietly as I could around them. The group of twenty fluffled their feathers but did not walk or fly away.

This area of London is quiet before eight and I walked to London Bridge without having to stop.