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The Best of Times
Silent as ghostly silhouettes deer nibble at a terrain of plenteous grass- hurry-hurry Winter’s coming. This grass won’t last under a field of newly...
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Tumbling river and tangled footpath

Near Gladestry (11/12/23) The sun was shining, we scrambled down the squelchy leaf-mould, mulch-carpet sloping floor of the riverside wood. (There...
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Bucket wish list (not quite a Haiku)
When I die I plan a dump so emormous it suffocates all sadists.
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World War 2 continued
Psychological warfare is ugly, and good people die in droves.
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Brodie's Big Idea
‘I’m really impressed with what you’ve done in the garden, Brodie.’ Brodie flicked his oily hair and blinked, he didn’t like compliments. He already...
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Exquisite Leaf-mulch art

A dropped twig, beautifully clothed … moss-feathers lightening up another patch!
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Homage to Shane Macgowan
I wrote this a short while ago when it was clear to those who followed him he did'nt have much time left. He was like Bob Dylan far more than a...
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Treasures Of The Subconscious

I like to travel occasionally, when voice of reason allows; cast off fears of unwelcome intrusions, to step outside my comfort zone, away from...
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If We Don't Talk About It, It Won't Haunt Me

It came in a box. She. A doll. Big blue eyes, wooden torso under an apple- strawberry short cake uniform . That’s what it— she— looked like. It sat...
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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the Night before Christmas The last rays of apricot-hued sunshine fade to dusk over Abington Street, an urban thoroughfare where disparate...
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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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Street Fighter II: 30th Anniversary
I bought Street Fighter II: Special Champion Edition for the Sega Genesis thirty years ago today. I bought it on December 11, 1993. I remember when I...
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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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Fog
When the fog in my city started to smell bad I knew deathes were growing in our bellies They crawled up our throats, and peeked out our nostrils We...
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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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