Month: March 2020
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The Season Unseen
Spring. The season of seasons, this season, unseen. All around, the green, the jade and emerald jewels of leaves and buds burst with life, out of sight. Sunlight blesses sullen earth, raises tendrils, like the green fingers of soiled hands in prayer, to greet it with a drowsy wave. The frowsy days drift by. Birds…
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I Am Untouchable
Looking at my hands, fingers, wondering at all the things that linger there. These hands have touched so much, held on and let go, and now I know that they may hold the end of those I love. So I will pray, though not to God. My hands will meet just as they should, in…
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Washing On The Line
Washing On The Line Washing on the line. Warm sun, a drying Spring breeze. Calm before the storm.
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Justice Is A Woman
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-5184053 This world is unfair, except to those good women who fucked Harvey back.
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The Crazy Man Laughs
Storms, floods, plague and ruin. Perhaps he’s right after all and the end is nigh.
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This Old Man
This old man, he played on until all his mind had gone. With a tip-tap, slip-slap, where’s the dog and bone, send him to the old folks home. In her pearls, his old girl watched him as he lost this world. With a tip-tap, slip-slap, on the dog and bone, asking for some care at…
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Note From A Small Planet
In the last few weeks something really weird happened. The world got smaller.
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The Sickening
Closer comes the sickening, the withering, the reckoning. Closer, now, and closer still. It always has, and always will, be there for you, to scare for you and bare for you your bones. A pox is on the world today, perhaps a curse, as some would say. No, no, it’s just a new disease that…
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I Almost Understand
Standing on a footbridge. The ring road below it, traffic from out of town streaming along the dual carriageway from somewhere to somewhere else. In the pointless morning, cars crawl slowly or stop beneath the bridge, the rush hour standstill. People see me standing there, alone. They look up and wonder why I’m there. When…
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Love In Black Satin
Venus in the dark sky. Bright light of love in the night, wrapped in black satin.
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A Small Act Of Vengeance
The father arrives. He pulls up on the road and he beeps the horn and he waits. Perhaps he beeps again. But he always waits. The boys are never ready. He waits five, ten, sometimes more minutes, but he always has to wait. When the door of the house opens the boys run down to…