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Aberystwyth University Student Union Clubs and Societies Haiku

The vegan disco. They dance to ‘Meat is Murder’. Racism ignored.
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Reportage

Let’s celebrate the hairdressers of Chorley, whilst in Sao Paulo a family can’t breathe. Exhale the black dead men of Minneapolis. Caress the poets...
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Helter Skelter

It all began so very well on this blossomed Easter Day. Which led to a misunderstanding - in a quietened, difficult way. Tiptoeing the Pacific...
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Languages

It’s early evening and I’m meeting a man to discuss iambic. He offers a drink and I refuse and he asks why not, of course. I say one will lead to...
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She

And I walk alone in a city wept of its men and what we do. Last week, in early Spring, I ’ d cock my head, maybe smile. But here, as if a Crocus. I...

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