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Poetry

Gaia’s Song

The North Wind and the elementals some call sprites are real creatures. They bear their names, given by the imaginations of men with pride, and the...

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No Second Thought

It’s not for lack of trying But I’ve given in to dying. I’m 83, diseased and old Without the strength to catch a cold. On assisted suicide, my...

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God Goes to Bed

The future is predictable; it will be a lot like the past. God will watch over us in his giant bubble, exactly like the car of one of his...

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Every Time We Meet

What does it signify? That wave, a half glance, cool brush of the air with a white hand, the nervous smile behind lips roughened by time. What does...

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War Games

Children, join hands it may not be that you will fight for your country. Children, sing songs gather in play you may not be here the next day....

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Berryman

Berryman was a saint, not sinner For inviting Henry in – he didn’t have To do that – could have waited sickly By the bridge to die. Before him...

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Laura

Laura, I realise Love is no libation It involves us in sadness and loss, Informs the child of its broken heart Where the whims of fancy perish On...

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Eileen

I don't want him home He's a fucking liability. She never said those words The scriptures won't allow it With their plainsong lack Of imagination,...

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Hope Springs

I felt love, and it was a soulless, moving empathy, unbounded by selfish commitments. Not held by language or limited by occasion. It flowed through...

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True Alchemy

Birds fall off branches, dead to the cold, all over the known world…

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Epitaph

We suspect no-one of his death. No one of his life, either.

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Not Gardening

I am at a funeral. I do not know who is being buried. I see the coffin lowered into the ground. The pallbearers wear long dark coats...

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Surviving Life

Surviving Life

This is a bit about life. 
It's about setting sail on a distant sea, for an adventure no one has clear sight of. The adventure starts and ends with...

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The Value of Silence

The Value of Silence

“When the lips are closed, then the heart begins to speak.” Sufi saying.SilenceAh, if only you could get away from everything. Take a holiday, go...

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