A Doughnut Sends A Postcard Home

Absolutely nothing to do with doughnuts at all. Some of the poems are written about foreign places so I guess that's the postcard bit. Others aren't.

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Too Much Sky - Prologue

Something old I never finished editing that I forgot to post. maybe the beginning of a novel, I'm not sure.
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That Morning

In this dream I never told, I ran away.
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I Can't Help Wishing Christopher

I took your death out on a boy in a new Parka who smiled all wrong - the season you counted my saves match by match - the same year you scored twice from the half way line
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Onitsuka Tigers and Duck F**king Outside The Cafe Rouge

Mostly about what it says in the title. I don't write much prose.
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Gloaming

There I was, not coming or going, trying to find a path through, on and through and into the old ways and see how it was before. And so stood useless...
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Submerged

The telly is not working so I forced myself to write a poem.
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Raising the Dead

...and what would they have to say for themselves?
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Some Seam Shared

So she's slumped over sobbing, great heaves of regret falling onto orange nylon, and there's a baby murmuring and the still-hot-hard brittle sound of...
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Rooks

Rooks Past the backbone’s second hump and hollow hawthorns, a foam of brackish snow and distant light. I heard them first, a row of hanging rooks –...
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