Autobiography
Floodplain (3): Hogacre and On
On the far side of the sportsfield I'd reached at the end of the previous piece is Hogacre Common, a community-run eco park. I'm there quite often -...
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My Hidden Heart
My heart has been in hiding, under a tough body Armour; a dark shell thick with crustaceans of limpets and barnacles who attach yet don't get through...
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not quite AA, but only 12 steps to the bar
not quite AA, but only 12 steps to the bar the afternoon drinkers, wear no wedding rings; these, are the lost men, who failed to persuade, anyone, to...
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That house
That house is now a house, like a doll's house that you can see in, You can make up little scene's; recrerate a day, a night a life. The doll's in...
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Infinite Mind
I'm locked-away in a small white room that contains nothing but a mattress and three rigid, hard blankets. One as a pillow; one as a blanket and one...
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Little Shop of Stationary
Shopping would be a more pleasant experience if it weren't for other people. It's depressing to see teenagers walking round a shopping centre, yet...
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Underground
Soft creeping through tunnels, exuding fresh clean air, no clatter, the underground approaches. It gently strokes the platform as doors slide to...
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Thursday tomorrow
It's Thursday tomorrow Hurray! Another weekend and a lie-in But we're all getting old and we're dying Hurray! Hurray! We're all getting old and we're...
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Non-Words and Unspoken Promises
You promised to kiss my tears away In loud and assuring non-words But so clearly and verbally You promised to never let him cry I could hear your...
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Grey Skies, On An Orange Night.
The Rain pours down on a London street Tear drops from the Sky Like the tear drops that rolls from each corner Of my Eyes. People shelter from the...
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