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The devils
The devils Listening to an archaeologist talk about what and how we know about past cultures and what was important to them, I wonder what will be...
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I remember when the pub was full of old men
I remember when the pub was full of old men (a poem made up of 3 overheard bits of conversations, edited together) I have this old fashioned phone...
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Terracotta
She carried it back on her lap, shallow oven proof casserole dish. On the ferry she chewed bon bons fishing out toffee from a molar with an index...
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I don't know if I believe what it is like to be you right now, poet
Sat in your kitchen, under a skylight listening to rain and cutlery replenishing. Do your gut lift of relief, of bewilderment at what sticks in your...
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Through bamboo blinds
Through bamboo blinds The girls are pegged horses, arranging chicken bones in flower beds. The alley ways are all flood lit the squatters evacuated...
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