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The dark, raw and unprotected landscape, taut with a danger. The English countryside has no care for the sanity of its inhabitants ( Read more... ) -
Friends under a spire.
Autumn evenings negotiating Salisbury city centre. I always knew it was going to bring memories. And yet they aren't memories. They aren't echos or ghosts or any such noun describing past or distance events. They are living objects occurring, somewhere, sometime, but still, occurring. We established this a number of years ago - I imagine in ( Read more... ) -
Loyalty and the Art of Losing Adele
There were private notes I made that I wish that I could share. The one person I should share them with wouldn't understand. He'd pounce on lines with his infinite sensitivity and ignore those that made the author realise just how important the whole situation was ( Read more... ) -
Two poems
Beginnings Without Endings
A beginning. And yet no end
To accompany the find
It was awkward. It was welcome.
It was too damn long
And I'd lost faith
More spitting fear
Than hope.
It weighs.
Averts my glance, I
Puppet to such parasites
Beauty; conventional
Too, opposing beauty
Tears shame me. Linger
And prompt a haunting guilt.
Still
I need
To
Hold
Him
And yet no ( Read more... ) -
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Tonight I am thinking of you ( Read more... ) -
New life, same novel
Thoughts:- Sometimes, people don't just hurt you; they harm you. And they can be the most difficult of circumstances under which we can forgive. Sometimes, leaving doesn't bring the relief of escape. And running deters return. Forgiving is something I have never done. Neither is staying. And this year, I have tried my best to do both of ( Read more... ) -
This Winter
This WinterTonight is not as I thought it would be ( Read more... ) -
From the Other Side of a Dark Summer
From the Other Side of a Dark SummerLet us toast, my friends, to health ( Read more... ) -
Questionnaire
2007 Questionnaire ( Read more... )
