2016

Refugee

Time shifts and slides sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes black, sometimes white, sometimes red Nine short months a howling wilderness in distance travelled, like a refugee, waiting for something to happen, a death or a birth Dark frontiers must be…

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The level of sound

I slip into sleep but the conversation continues The word that was in the beginning changes in my absence: to me it sounds the same, and the story unfolds The difference may be subtle or not: the level of sound…

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Secret

So; you are here again. Something solid near my grave: something I could almost touch. Except that when I reach for you, my fingers slide through your body: there is nothing to stop them. We are like that: we can…

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Ghost in the machine

We sit silently at the front, dumbfounded: before us, close on 300 sons and daughters of Blakeney House: no more stout Sir Thomas, no more learned sage, no more Crome and Walpole, no more history’s page – just a pleasant…

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