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Poem: Batterson | |
| | Title | First line |
| 1999 Nov 3 | Implausible Emptiness in Andromeda Parkway | Without denying anything much |
| 1999 Nov 16 | Billericay notwithstanding ... | Thus it remains, and the remainder thus |
| 1999 Dec 16 | Bothering Without Etiquette | Give me back my luncheon-meat! |
| 2000 Feb 2 | Negative Elbow | Champion of the photograph |
| 2000 Mar 9 | Neptune's Missing Noonday Umbrellas Of Blossom | The photo showed the final phase |
| 2000 Nov 22 | Exceptions That Shimmer | Mine is the cat that is eating your trout |
| 2000 Nov 25 | Dustbins Spilt Diamonds | Brighter than the cabbages |
| 2001 Feb 8 | Recant Nothing, Martyrs | Full fathom five the aardvark lies |
| 2001 Jul 29 | My Oceanic History | A waterfall, in which the whale |
| 2001 Oct 7 | The Duplicitous Dumpling | 'Cusp' she spelt |
| 2001 Nov 16 | Pancreatic Recreations | Her bashfulness, though not innate |
| 2001 Dec 6 | Hopping Around the Fringes | Up, the new down |
| 2001 Dec 10 | Inwardly, Yet Outwardly | This helicopter, whose neglect |
| 2001 Dec 17 | Horse-Box Politics | The Devil's in the detail |
| 2001 Dec 30 | Stapling Matilda (Augustinian Ballade) | Poet slain with paper knife |
| 2002 Jan 8 | Three-thousand Tall Blonde Pastries | A box of lead, filled up with stones, |
| 2002 Jan 22 | Heavier Than Hymnodists | BNW, dreaded term, infects my thought |
| 2002 Jan 23 | Fustian Comfits | Portable women |
| 2002 Jan 28 | The Gorse Sandwich | Gloag by name, Gloag by nature; |
| 2002 Feb 11 | Marmot Receipts Multiply | The terebinth was singing, but its words were quite obscure - |
| 2002 Mar 4 | Arquebus (Chaucerian View) | Her basin full of porridge, her stockings eek of holes, |
| 2002 Apr 29 | Her Prophylactic Wednesdays (Compensatory Voucher) | In days before the Diceman |
| 2002 May 16 | Apparent Crimes | A packet of cheese defies the knife, |
| 2002 Jun 17 | Own Kempt Wonders | Once glutton, twice dry |
| 2002 Jul 3 | After Misdemeanours | Fang by nature, |
| 2002 Oct 3 | Evensong, worn thin through scraping | 'Nautilus shall be my theme', |
| 2002 Oct 10 | Chaos Theory Disproved | Carp for breakfast, hake for tea: |
| 2002 Oct 29 | Cedric the Waitress | A notorious threnody pleases |
| 2002 Nov 6 | Peeping Tomcat | To drill through the crust of The Hague |
| 2002 Nov 15 | Pension Rites After Sex | My metaphor is drawn from ice |
| 2003 Mar 9 | Pestilent Ploughshares, Deficient Turnips | These latter-day halfwits, invading the turf |
| 2003 Oct 21 | Pam Sandwiches, Pruriently Sliced | The millimetre: squat, unclean |
| 2003 Nov 13 | Oak-worm Veneer Heathcliff | Curtains for the front of house |
| 2003 Nov 17 | Landscapes Fail | Just before the avalanche |
| 2003 Dec 1 | Electra Syndrome | Ralibut of Halibut pretended to be mad, |
| 2004 Jan 3 | Nipple Tussock | I did it for the sake of her |
| 2004 Jan 22 | Omicron Froat | My usual muse has gone for good |
| 2004 Jan 27 | If The Janitor, When Juggling... | Gorris! |
| 2004 Feb 13 | Martyrs To The Biscuit Guardians | The bilemonger's bill |
| 2004 Feb 25 | All My Cousins, Surely | Goatish hovels - for the poor? |
| 2004 Jun 3 | Quenching Their Papyrus Of Filth | Saratoga springs eternal |
| 2007 Jan 27 | Artisans, Ninepence Or Less | In his ochre jodhpurs |
| 2007 Feb 5 | Escapades That Truncate Themselves | As with gladness men of old |
| 2007 Feb 17 | Gates Shut By Accident | Stunned, stunned |
| 2007 Feb 18 | Desire It | Whatever we choose |
| 2007 Mar 17 | That Final Catheter | Why not howl at Saturn? |
| 2007 Mar 28 | Sleeping is no Phenomenon | Tinctures of old lead |