Reece Beckett

Joined December 2025

33 stories

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Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).

Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…

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(Holding Onto The) String
This life is passing far too quickly for me to be relaxed while doing so little, It’s A Wonderful Life and my time is limited
By Reece Beckett12 days ago in Poets
Not Mine
These hands are not mine anymore, turning slowly blue, their insides throbbing and pained. Electrified meat, silently buzzing
By Reece Beckett13 days ago in Poets
Since you last saw me
Since you last saw me, the sun we share has set, since you last saw me, we’ve both become depressed, since you last saw me, I feel like I’ve been wilting,
By Reece Beckett14 days ago in Poets
Fifteen Years Ago
A thick brick chimney. A body, wrapped up, beneath. Lips releasing thick smoke, broken dreams in the ashtray. The rain outside caressing
By Reece Beckett15 days ago in Poets
Alarm II
The buildings burned in the view of the calmed blue sea, the forests catching fire, bodies navigating a maze of smoke.
By Reece Beckett16 days ago in Poets
In the Water
Left in the water with history’s colossal, sharp teeth, wading, wading, waiting, waiting, watching for boats praying that they’ll save me.
By Reece Beckett17 days ago in Poets
Wings Clipped
All of our best intentions rotted in the belly of those metal institutions, muffled warnings distorted, if heard at all.
By Reece Beckett18 days ago in Poets
Past Future
My future is always reflected back to me in the mirror, the dark of the hallway dimly illuminated in dreams, my reflection grim,
By Reece Beckett19 days ago in Poets
Vitriol and Oil
I don’t like the colours escaping from my mouth seeking the shelter of drains, the solitude deafening, desperate escape from
By Reece Beckett20 days ago in Poets
Here Before
I’ve been here before inside these loops, the tightening walls of these thoughts so familiarly textured, rippling further away
By Reece Beckett21 days ago in Poets
At Sea
In the silent midst of this great oppressive blackness the distant lights of fog-obscured offices peer across the pier
By Reece Beckett22 days ago in Poets
Eat the Pixels
Suspended in some unknown depth electricity fizzes its way towards its glitching death, turmoil twitches the smell of burning on the breath
By Reece Beckett23 days ago in Poets

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(Holding Onto The) String

Not Mine

Since you last saw me

Fifteen Years Ago

Alarm II

In the Water

Wings Clipped

Past Future

Vitriol and Oil

Here Before

At Sea

Eat the Pixels

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