of crickets and grasshoppers …
Hear the little cricket ‘sing’, using teeth upon its wing (raised to help acoustically), ‘heard’ by membrane on its knee. Grasshoppers upon a farm –
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Love and Socialism
We met infront of Marx’s tomb; watched the October setting sun; gazed up as stars rose from the gloom. I chose a star, said “You’re that one”. And then we kissed and raised a fist
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Sitting in the British Library
Why do I love it, why does it get me down? Why? I like the sheen and the patina and the sloping doors, the slope of the floors, the romanticisation of books, of covers, illuminations ... I like
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the horns of "nevermore"
as the moon howls at the dogs and the leaves rise into the trees, skeletons in smart suits with shining pins shimmy their jazz knees and swing the skinless ladies about
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The good, the bad...pages 44 to 55
NOVEMBER 2004 WEEK TWELVE
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Sneaky Feet
If you want to sneak Don’t use elephant feet They’re not very sleek And pound out a beat The feet of a gazelle Might work quite well If they start to jump They might make a thump
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The search for Merlin Homes 1/15
Jennifer Jane slid to a halt and stared in dismay as Morwenna’s front door was slammed in her face.
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Sleeps Revenge
Never curse sleep or it will have its revenge...
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Scythe Swag Side Stalk - Poem 6 (Home)
Señores Guardias Civiles, Aquí Pasó Lo De Siempre. Aquí Han Muerto Cuatro Romanes Y Cinco Cartagineses.
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