Cherrypicked stories
The Train Rattled
(This is the oldest poem I still have a copy of, maybe 2008, all previous poems are lost) The train rattled through the golden green countryside The...
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The Toastmaster General (2)
Later that evening, the whole of the Guard gathered together in the mess room for our evening meal. “Where’s Oakshott?” I asked O’Connor. “Not...
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Beach Portraits
Portraits on the Beach When we walk along the golden length of the beach, the feeling of sun and wind on your face and the feral sound of surf...
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Foulweather Friends

It is six minutes to twelve when I arrive at the psychiatric outpatient clinic. It is almost mid-December. The florist at the end of my street is...
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Piblokto

Piblokto: a culture-specific syndrome occurring among traditional Inuit people, particularly women, characterized by an outburst of cries or screams, the removal of clothing, and seeming possession by a bird or animal spirit. Scientists believe that the causes include extreme cold and a lack of sunlight.
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"Starlight And Miracles" (A Christmas tale)
The glow of amber light through the trolley’s window highlighted her features and accented her sadness, detectible by the tears glistening in dark...
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All Souls Shall Arise

I composed this two nights ago, in response to having heard that a poet friend is now treminally ill. It is still a work in progress. (image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons: detail of a painting by John Thomas)
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The Toastmaster General (1)
They say you hit 49 bullseyes out of 50,” Oakshott said. “I did,” I say. “Yet they still let you in.” I acknowledge his point with a smile. “I’m a...
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Emerging treasures

Buried seeds bring fields of poppies, wheat, potatoes – which rebound, yielding fields of buried treasure in the autumn, underground! ************...
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Parcel for you ......Part 9
Vanessa was perched on the edge of her bed, rifling through the bedside drawer, parting a sea of notebooks, pens, nail polishes, bank statements and...
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Homeward Bound (Bring Out Your Dead series - Part 45)

In which the detectives are at odds, Archibald is protecting his honour (as is Josiah) and Samantha gets some good news, at last!
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Alas! Alas!

Alas! alas! why build your billets for bullets and missiles mixed with medics and mosques mingling …
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I went back to Birmingham
A brutalist and brutal poem. It's my hometown so I can.
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The Man in the Crypt

My brother became obsessed with a statue
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A Girl of Eastern Beauty

I watched the girl in silence, not a single word she spoke.
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Jack Brown
My great grandfather Frank Brown was miraculously of a handful survivors in the battle of Delville Wood, where the South African infantry was wiped...
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In Your House
In your house, it’s always night time You never let the sunshine in Running on an endless loop Stale thoughts on ever deepening tracks Landscapes are...
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And The Fingers Point

No show without him... Unfortunately.
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Hope Of The Skylark

You won't feel moments veiled by drifts of swirling snow, where silence chills this terrain with its shiver; skylark's song of approval is voicing...
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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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