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Gratitude
When my son was born under a cornucopia of strip lights and blades I wanted to bear hug the ECG monitor to glide into the mains to race through the...
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Robert Fergusson
b. 1750 — d. 1774 The gold solder of a two-day opium come down leaks through the lattice of your thoughts as you lay buckled in the dung-leavened...
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Wreck
Scummy water tongues the smashed-out portholes as the anchor locker glugs in the evening tide. The radar is motionless, rust-riven after years of...
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The late 80s
magnetic notes exhaling
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Mitch (Chapter Two)
He relished her like this, supping out every last drop of her collapsing spirit like a spider with a fly.
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This is a lovely poem. Great
Posted on Sun, 10 May 2020
This is a lovely poem. Great concept behind it and wonderfully executed ! Alex x
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