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“Don’t let anybody tell you that you’re safe” – Zeal and Ardor
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Lo! How the Powerless are Falling

(Olwyn): Peterloo, the Jarrow marchers, typhoid, Tyburn, People’s Charters, endless jibing from the rich once knit us in united stitch. We stood in the indicted air and tens of thousands gathered where our folk were browsing for a chance to wake from Empire’s smacked-out trance on gassed and shellfired poppy fields, on muddy ground, with blood-strewn shields, but failure found us, we were captured in the end by Blair and Thatcher...
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Bound for Glory (1984)

Gary sat huddled into his leather jacket on the train, his stomach turning somersaults, in time with the irregular rhythms of the train’s movement...
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Childhood

My grandmother was eighty-four when she gave me the box. It was musty and dog-eared, and held together with masking tape. And in it: a collection of...
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Perfect

I love about her that she’s perfect. A tight little ball of rightness, no taller than my thigh. But already: she has this magic in her. Put her in...
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December Christmas Acrostic — 'Z' (26, the end!) [and previous]

Zeal for following the Son, zest in life that he has won, Zion depicts our heavenly home. Zoom ahead to heavenly vision – Zenith of Christmas joy begun
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Words

All I want for Christmas is words. Just a scatter of words. Just a handful. I find my eyes drawn back towards the phone on the wall in the hallway –...
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Story of the week

A to B

Captain: "I've just got off the radio to Timpson. It seems his party are stranded at B without supplies. Their vehicle hit a mine a couple of his men...
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The Rockery

Sometimes it's best just to let things lie.
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December Christmas Acrostic — 'X' [and previous]

X – a crucifixion cross for which he came, X – wrong thought, if thinking there’s another saving name, X – no, not just a kindly man, X – marks the spot, where, in Bethlehem it all began. ‘X’mas celebration, sing ‘X’ must stand for Christ, the King!
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I Prefer Thaddeus

A Christmas Poem, not very Christmas-sy, but there we are... Image is copyright Roger @
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Zombies for Christmas

My grandson paints zombies for Christmas. When I ask him why He says zombies are cool. Zombies aren’t dead but they should be. They attack even...
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Christmas Kindness

With the stimulating fragrance of spicy candles, I was struck by how clear recollections of that perfect Christmas burst into my memory. Like an...
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The Everyday Anarchist

"Dignity, dignity, dignity, dignity: Then the custard pie in the face, that's how you do funny," The Everyday Anarchist said. The Everyday Anarchist...
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The Gift

Presents were never really my thing. They always came laden with layers of emotional blackmail and guilt. They were always undeserved. Then you came...
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My gift

These lines, my gift to you / Only words and you have your own
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The Liar

Honest autobiographical piece about trying to live as an artist in 2018.
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Spring a Butterfly

Dusty cocoon of box tight packed through warmer days deep green wire limbed larvi unbends into branches of frizzy plastic tree tall, when you both...
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To Sleep Perchance to Snore

To begin with, I spend more time thinking about sleeping than I spend time thinking about any other subject. Some people might call that process...
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The Gift

The gift was promised, needed, awaited by some; wanted, longed for, improbable solution appropriate, powerful to solve, effective to emancipate,...

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