Poem

I MET A LADY THAT LIT MY FIRE

I met a lady that lit my fire Dressed in beautiful attire
Gold cherry

War

You bombarded me with platitudes until my bunker shook until my nose was filled with mustard gas and lexicography Your precious moral turpitude...
Cherry

Walking Part of the Herefordshire Trail

Mellow Herefordshire trail, mist lifting … warm sunshine, crisp air, lunch at Bache Camp with ground dropping …

Bethnal Green

Bethnal Green A schoolgirl who boarded a plane. Fifteen years old. Radicalised by men. Pregnant, alone. Terrified of blame. Hang her now! You hearts...

PUT DOWN # 64

Put downs work the best For deflecting unwanted attention

Sarat - after half a century

Sarat - after half a century P K Routray Those days we had a craze, somev do respect, some do adulate, some do spite, some do backbite the student,...

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*/ Furtive sun, strengthening. A flowerbed. Dog’s piss wafts in with the honey of new shoots. On the footbridge a woman, her recalcitrant child. One-...