Month: October 2020
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The Lantern Jack
The light, the light, that shines so bright in dead of night, that drives the evil, biting things and demons out of sight; the golden and enfolding glow of being safe and sound, of keeping warm and staying dry and still above the ground; the bright, and good, good morning shine of home and all…
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Too Beautiful
Too Beautiful On the land they now call Linley, that was once terror-formed by the hand of man into a coal pit and then a town dump, that was a wasteland, that, underfoot, is still, I stood, facing south to the sun. The frost, being unset by her, bejewelled the grass. The near-distant harshness of…
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These Are Not My Hands
These Are The Hands Of My Fate It’s late. I’m reading a book, unlearning how to write, or maybe not. I see an old man’s hand turn the page. I see whitlows, ragged cuticles, little bitten nails, shiny skin, and wide open pores. Old hands. My mother’s hands, God help me.
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It Takes Your Breath Away
It Takes Your Breath Away Breathe in and hold and feel that breath and keep it long and then breathe out again breathe in and hold and taste the air the breath you catch and then let it go again breathe in and hold and count that breath that makes three and then count it…
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The Future Passed
The Future Passed When I was a boy The future was a thing I didn’t look for And couldn’t see And now the passed The things not done Are right there Right behind me And I see them clearly For the very first time
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Writing Me Up 