Poem

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Sandhill Only in Name

The sand hill crane is an immaculate beast I have not once seen on sand or hill, Rather knee-deep in retention water Steaming its belly feathers in...
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The Meeting of the Waters

A few words about my love affair with one of Europe's great rivers and her little sister.
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Why Christmas? (1)

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Nothing, nothing to be seen. Only One, true God, who’d been always, ever and content, but he chose to make, invent … damaged, sad … trust he would appear …

Little Golden Fishes

little golden fishes that the guiris drop in la fuente on the way to the clubs and bars from the fairground float side up in the fountain
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The Vagabond Heirs of Francisco Franco

They sit in every cafe-bar named after the street on whose corner it squats. Smoking, small-eyed, wall-eyed moustachioed muchachos remembering kisses...
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On December Nights in 1973

On December Nights in 1973 Our mum, she loved Marks & Spencer. She'd always say, "Ohh.You can't beat them for quality. For value!" Every...
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The Rain

The Rain His first memory is when he hid under his Mum’s bed to scare her new boyfriend. The boyfriend had needles. At the time he didn’t know what...
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Stormy Night Of Passion

Fading into night, stars intrinsic to space and time twinkle, while chilly forked branches interlace; those giants stand tall watching over living...
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Cosm

Time is my timelord, accuracy is written in the stars, each perfect in their allotment of space. No errancy here, no easing of the rules, no escape...
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Globe’s North-South Divide

The cold takes hold, night’s darkness lingers longer but down in the South the growth’s reviving, the daylight’s lengthening, strengthening, its...