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Aura Urziceanu’s Lullaby Effect
The adventures of an immigrant in Bulgaria during the latter half of May, recounted at the rate one hundred words per day.
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Poor Penka’s Parting
The adventures of an immigrant in Bulgaria during the early half of May, recounted at the rate one hundred words per day.
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Murder in the Tesco Express
Based on a series of events witnessed over a number of years in my local convenience shop when I lived in the sleepy English town of Chippenham.
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Tan Remembered Toes
Paddling in the River Dun, we’d laugh hysterically as the peaty waters made our white Antrim feet appear a shade of tan.
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Island of Dreams
One day my wanderlust will take me to Great Yarmouth, but in the meantime here’s the Gulf of Kissamou.
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Fireflies and frogs
Posted on Sat, 21 Sep 2024
A couple of times in our garden, after a summer evening rainshower, I've seen small frogs that have swallowed fireflies. I only know this because I've seen the dull flashing from inside their throats.
This is a lovely poem Jenny. I really...
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Bernard Manning
Posted on Tue, 09 Jul 2024
The former existence of Bernard Manning pours doubt on the possibility that there has ever been a supreme being that's made us in their image.
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Kind words, Di. Thank you.
Posted on Fri, 21 Jul 2023
Kind words, Di. Thank you.
If it helps you keep the giggling under control I'll read something about my involvement with the bubonic plague on 12 August.
Read full commentPosted in Our Man in Golubac
Brown bread is brown bread
Posted on Sun, 08 Jun 2025
I'm a death is death kinda guy too. In all my years there has never been any sign that there is anything else. And even if there is a heaven and a hell, they'll be rammed with those 'England's already full' sort of people so they won't let me in...
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Sometimes...
Posted on Thu, 29 May 2025
Sometimes we need to weep Caldwell. I'm sure your poem is something for your mother will come to treasure, along with her memories.
Read full commentPosted in What We Remember
Wreckage
Posted on Fri, 16 May 2025
The wreckage of a thousand bad decisions...
Having formerly been a seafarer myself, that's something that often goes through my mind.
The nearest sea to where I live now is the Black Sea. Apparently there are all sorts of...
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Johnson's Finger
Posted on Mon, 14 Apr 2025
It takes a very skilled writer to make me laugh at something that contains the words 'Boris' and 'Johnson'. In fact you've cheered me up immensely as I try to imagine that, despite everything that's going on in the world today, it would all be an...
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Germany
Posted on Mon, 31 Mar 2025
Apart from cherry cake and dirndln, football is probably my favourite thing about Germany. It's just so different to anywhere else I've watched it so I can well imagine the atmosphere at your second tier Hertha game. The last time I was in...
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Suffering children
Posted on Fri, 17 Jan 2025
It is said that the cries of the suffering children can be heard echoing late into most nights.
That's what our neighbours used to say when we lived in York in the mid 1960s but it turned out they were talking about me and my...
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Those women
Posted on Sat, 21 Dec 2024
I really like your line... Their songs like wire in no man's land
Some of the roughest times in history were passed down the years in song. Always thought provoking and haunting, as your poem is. Good on those women!
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