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This is so very far from

Posted on Thu, 28 Sep 2017

This is so very far from anything I've experienced, but it made it so real to me. Particularly :

30,000 feet up – beyond blue –
we are untouchable, invincible:
nothing murderous from Mosul,
or killing from Kabul
can...

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Posted in Flying Ops

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Yes! Particularly like "grasp

Posted on Fri, 22 Sep 2017

Yes! Particularly like "grasp that bootlace, snake-like grip" Also "Where" being at the end of the line. Those last 3 lines are like tiptoe

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Posted in Impediments to reaching the treasure

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This has the feel of walking,

Posted on Mon, 03 Jul 2017

This has the feel of walking, a bit of a struggle. How have you done that? And then the last line I can feel that you have stopped. Is it the long sound of the vowels in "towers" "view" "far" "wide" gives the sense of space? Treating words like...

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Posted in Mynydd Troed

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Where you jolt from boring

Posted on Mon, 25 Feb 2013

Where you jolt from boring black and white of papers at meetings to the black and white of badgers, and then sheer off into emotion and thinking about what it left behind, is powerful. Even as you are longing to get back to your own life as...

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Has the sound of waves coming

Posted on Wed, 23 Aug 2017

Has the sound of waves coming in. Beautiful

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Posted in Eliza

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I remember meeting my great

Posted on Tue, 13 May 2014

I remember meeting my great uncle who fought in the first world war, he had to wear a special boot as his foot had been mangled. Your poem brought this back to me so strongly - he loved birds too, though it was the wild ones. The feeling of them...

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Posted in The Lookout Boy

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