Sleeper
The train was late –so late it seemed there might be no more trains It caught me unawares…I was lying down: soonit did not move – I did not move Dirt from the railsclogged up my head, filledall those joyous spaceswhere I…
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May 2022
Nothing is coming
snow sits deep on the road out of collingwoodproud in the sun but here there is only wind:trees and lovers bowingto the inevitable the sound of the climate laughingas mere humans foldin half under the weight of opinion and the Sahara edges…
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Just when it felt safe, we caught it
More than two years after narrowly avoiding lockdown in Bethlehem, after mysterious months of mask-wearing, social distancing and excessive ventilation, enduring myriad unintelligible and illogical restrictions, a spell in hospital with a gall-bladder infection and experiencing all the joys of…