Autobiography
The Coming of Age. September Part 1.
2nd September. Poppy has a new man. She rings me up to tell me. Well two actually. It seems a bit over-indulgent if not plain greedy when they are in such short supply.
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The Coming of Age. August Part 2.
The Pageant.
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The Coming of Age. August Part 1.
A little bit of child care.
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The Coming of Age. July Part 2.
The run-up to the pageant.
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The Science of Existence
We lead a life enchanted, because we can observe the layers of the world, both the humbling grand façade and the ornate mechanisms of equilibrium.
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Ton Autre Amour
It wasn't that I didn't like Paris; the colours lazily reclining on their canvasses at Montmartre. Gargoyles crawling up the outstretched fingers of Notre Dame.
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Wanting To Skive
I want to skive, I really want to skive, But I know that if I do My conscience will eat me alive. I haven't had a full lunch hour, I haven't had a 'free',
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LET GO
Let go All my demons Dark and Niggling Thoughts Clouded and Confused Thoughts Deep inside Eating me up Let go Of the Misadventure Childhood Hang-ups Let go Of the
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12b- A little update
I have been on the ship for almost three months. Jo is still the same except for her skin, which is turning yellow looking as the jaundice sets in.
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Looking Up
We spent a night on the rooftop, watching planes dot the sky overhead.
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the womens' fire
A modern moral tale. The three women are real. The story was written the day after Leighs' cremation in Edinburgh.
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Emptiness
It is hard to explain Until you find yourself driving home to an empty house, No kiss to greet you on arrival, to sit you down with tea. No one to chat to while cooking dinner,
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The Coming of Age July. Part 1
Jessica visits her mother, among other things.
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Interior Door
One day, on impulse I decided to buy a door.I was passing by a hardware store and bingo; I walked in.Forgetting hinges or handles(as I had nowhere to hang it) I just purhased the
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Faure's Paradisum
touched by beauty at Evensong
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Is it Fate?
Did you ever feel that, every time you are getting up, life kicks you in the teeth and then stands on your wind-pipe?
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Homemade (I.P.)
"Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in." (Leonard Cohen)
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If Mothers Only Knew
As I enter the 68th year of life, I am reminded how much my precious mother, now deceased, meant to me.
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A Stroll Through Paradise
After my stroke, through prayer and support from family and friends, I know how to live. Now I shuffle along a route similar to other disabled folks, understanding the world they live in.
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The Mix
The toast begins to burn, The old radio, The one that is new to me since I stole it from you, Crackles quietly in the background. I try to mix summer fruits squash with lemonade,
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Musings
(Spacing has changed radically but I don't understand how to sort it) When I was a child... I'd be sitting on my garden wall and my shadow would step up onto a roof and spirit dance along the top
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The Coming of Age. June. Part 3
Midsummer madness and other dramas
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Allen Ginsberg has eaten my heart out, but I responded with this...
Sweet innocence, to be cherrished? Judge for yourself
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Unfolding Moments
At my fathers house I see small bushes and trees of the same variety which were once at the house he lived at with my mother when they were still together.
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addictions
Sexy but dumb - the craving for a hit Of baccy
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The Coming of Age . June. Part 2.
Jessica buys clothes.
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VISIT TO THE HOSPITAL ( 1 )
Fear engulfs me Thinking of hospitals Of what awaits Referred by my GP To see a consultant Not a routine visit Fear engulfs me The nearer to the Hospital My heart beat fast
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DREAD DON'T COME
Dread don't come It all began Six months ago When I read a poem On national TV A friend from Edinburgh Saw me Not only sounded but Spread alarm bells He could only see my ears He asked
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The Coming of Age. June. Part 1.
Jessica has a birthday weekend in Dublin.
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Mission Memory
9am, drinking white wine from the bottle. I watched some dribble down her chin, and would’ve spoken up except for these hovering weights in my head.
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Anselm
It was a lazy afternoon you walked into my life. It was Saturday, in Asda- I ran on autopilot, Snaking the trolley up and down the aisles. And then right at the back of the store
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Happy Mother's Day
'Ma' was the first word that came out of my tiny mouth, You are the one who told me things of the east west north and south. You are the one who molded me into what I am today,
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Soya milk
'We better get some soya'
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POETRY
Can anybody be a poet? Is it learnt or innate? Like any other skill Or knowledge We should acknowledge Nobody is born with a skill or talent Rousseau used to say We are tabula rasa
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Curious isn't it?
When marmalade toast became chicken curry
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AM A BLUES MAN
I am in a haze Inside a beautiful cloud am trasfixed and amazed and elated by the dazzling raibbow that stares at me Whenever I listen to Blues 'cos I'm a blues man Listening to the bles
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The Coming of Age. May. Part 4.
First times. Jessica goes to a scan and tries to go to a gig.
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The Coming of Age. May. Part 3.
Poppy feng shuis Jessica's house
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First Drink
It started badly, his hand, bulging with anger Gripping mine too tight Pulling me to the car Slamming the door, (in a way I was always told not to) Screeching on hot tires, gravel spurting
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Knickers
Six years later After the frantic fervour of lust After the shared washing basket After the sleepless nights of newborn bliss Six years later
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Random poem of abandonment
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways Well, thing is I don’t. Put your fingers and toes away and sit back down. He is eating the dinner I have cooked at the table I have cleaned.
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Being Five
Being Five When I was five I had no idea That I would be able to remember Being five Anyone over 12 was a giant Mostly friendly ones Anyone as old as my mother
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The Coming of Age. May Part 2.
10th May. Val rings up to see how the holiday went. I acquaint her with its highs and lows.
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Am I still a Virgin
Am I still a Virgin It was a fairground attraction We met that summer evening in June I was 15 you were a year older And much bolder Amongst the noise of the waltzers
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Strange Things
I am desperate for the love he cannot feel A hand on his, soft lips to the stubble along his jawbone, skin to skin... The conversations and the easy laughter of soulmates
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ROT IN HELL YOU WICKED EVIL MAN
Rob the Nob’s an ignorant man Ill educated Illiterate A chancer’s dripping pan The day he fell in lust with a Roman Catholic whore He entrapped her as his prisoner
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The Little Reader
To Jacob, though he won't see it :)
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BLOWING MY OWN TRUMPET
Repository of knowledge I was But it was latent and unused All these decades I thought I was wasted I never acknowledged it Though my immediate family Said it All is not lost
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Wednesday Sonnet: To Italy
There is a vine that binds us, made of rose And olive leaves, and figs and spikes of pine; It is entwined with sunlight, grain and wine, The song that is our language lets it close
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Pastiche
Truth and circumstance.
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The Coming of Age. May. Part 1.
A holiday in Italy.
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PHASE TEN - A Prologue
As Britain basked in the glorious optimism of the new century, a legacy of woe had already crushingly broken Phase Ten.
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Death in a XR2
vi) Death in a XR2 "I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came." – Job 3:26
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Way down
Way down in memphis town Were everyone is found Who ain't in New Orleans We danced the night away To a sweet serernade Of banjo play Into a club we dived Were intoxication frithed
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A Keen Nose
Lunch time in a small, enclosed space demands a certain amount of etiquette, no? An almost daily occurrence which borderlines comedy.
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Britainia from my window
Is it the children I blame for being so ill I was just the same little war monger,
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