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Iseult

A meditation on a celtic myth.

The Photograph...

is of pain, of a small child in a bathing suit, of a sky devoid of clouds; is of memory, of a day which has now been forgotten, of matted grass; is...

White

Snow has fallen, the light fills each corner: lace on the window; a purity which falls flat on my skin, can't enter. Cloud movement is narrow, it...

Cases in the Boot

Perhaps if something looks wrong with a place, there probably is. The story of what you might find in the back of a Morris Minor.

S Message in a Rocket

Caractacus offers Torn and Thumbelina an opportunity and another penguin makes an appearance.
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Trumpet

There's this guy I know. At least, he comes in to the deli where I work behind the counter every day. Our deli is always very busy. It's right near...

Doll's out of Trees

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Second Chance

Did I share a coffee with you&;#063;

Unsurpassed

Remnants of a picket gate Hamper our way A tangling of fruit trees Pleads attention Appending, once loved to the Sacraments of a pitiless past...
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Where I Live

The people where I live are a million different lives crossing into one.

My Father's Son

You probably wouldn't know my father if you passed him in the street, but street, but many people will always remember him.

Mums and Lovers

A poem by my daughter Hope

The Ten Seconds that Ruined my Life

The images that ruined my life in ten seconds

Shock and Awe

Two old adversaries meet in unusual circumstances.

A compass

Travel North, you will find no flake of snow or ice plastered under your feet: only a small white deer washed up in white sand. Travel East, follow...

Footfall

It should have been difficult, or at least more complex, but when the sky fell it collapsed with such ease that I had no time to step out of the way.

Ribbon

Does any Londoner look at the Thames?

Ig Quits

Speed Poem
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Buggies and Trolleys

It's given in, at last

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