Amorphous (2026)

AMORPHOUS has landed.

Completing the trilogy.
The « amorphous » chronicles Browzan, the itinerant Anglo-Irish poet drifting through Europe in search of connection and catharsis. Featuring some hidden gems.

167pp
52 new poems
2 short stories
3 prose writings

First Edition.
140 x 216 mm, Perfect Bound, Glossy Cover

Stockists:

Love Story Berlin,
Kastanienallee 88,
10435 Berlin, Germany

Resident Brighton,
27 - 28 Kensington Gardens,
North Laine, Brighton, BN1 4AL

City Books Hove
23 Western Rd,
Brighton and Hove,
Hove BN3 1AF

Savery Books
257 Ditchling Road
Brighton & Hove
BN1 6JH

Paris: Bookstands by the Seine,
and various locations hidden around the City

(More to follow)

Testimonials hitherto:

‘I know what good writing looks like. Not a single word was out of place and you are sharp and so very wise. I hope you keep writing.’
(Elaina Larsson, Irish/Swedish)

‘I really liked it, my favourites were: Begin Again, Sally’s and Guinness In a Can’
(Zebedee, Brighton poet)

‘I enjoyed it immensely. Beautiful use of language.’
(Sam Edwards, Lambeth Film Charity)

‘I like the way it flows’
(Cynthia Ross, poet and co~founder
of the ‘B~Girls’, Toronto/New York)
…

TABER: You’re gonna lift that thing?

McMURPHY: Yeah, that’s right.

TABER: I’ll bet a buck.

McMURPHY: [writing in his notebook] Taber, $1.

MARTINI: I’ll bet a dime.

BILLY: Mac, you can’t… you can’t lift that thing.

McMURPHY: Anybody else want any of it? Hard-on? Hmmmm?

HARDING: I’ll bet $25.

McMURPHY: $25, Hard-on.

BILLY: Mac! Mac, no… Nobody could ever, ever lift that thing.

McMURPHY: [to Billy] Get out of my way, son. You’re using my oxygen, you know what I mean?

He walks to the unit and places his hands on either side. He tries to lift it, face turning red with the effort. Nothing gives. He stands back.

HARDING: Given up?

McMURPHY: No. Just warming up. Warming up. Warming up. This’ll be the one.

He catches his breath. Goes in again.

McMURPHY: Alright, baby…. COME ON!

He yells, and really puts his back into it, the veins on his neck bulging. The men, including the Chief, watch in silence. But the cart won’t budge. He walks through the men. As he reaches the door, he turns around:

McMURPHY: But I tried, didn’t I? Goddammit, at least I did that.

The voluntary inmates watch on, McMurphy returns to the asylum

…

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