Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...


Three perfect-bound books by Nick  Power

All these books can be purchased via our 'Shop' (Top-Right)


(Nick also has another book listed with erbacce, but not poetry. 'Into the Void' is a book about

being on the road with the Coral for whom Nick plays keyboards. There is a review here plus details of how to purchase it.)

Signed copies of all         books are available

see foot of page


Gerard’s Bop


Gerard’s bop: came on like the

thunder. In a renovated

slaughterhouse. Purred for a while

until it filled. Spilled into the street.


Gerard’s bop: was a secret at first,

then the word spread. Became

contagious. Then there were

swarms. From the estate and the

corn exchange. Indian girls from the

towers. Marauding kids on bikes.

The boxing families.


Gerard’s bop, the shower. The fly in

the loaf. Pulled everybody in one

night. Music purring out of the

plywood. All those people. All those

lives. Perspiring each other’s secrets.

Animated. Even the didicoys came.


Gerard’s bop: was powered by the

telegraph poles. Wired in by a spark.

And some people fell in love, they

said, and somebody died. In amongst

the oil drums. And the lovers, they didn’t

speak of it again, and the dead kid,

well, he stayed dead.