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The Pulpit of Snide (or when I became very unwell with severe depression and drug dependency, some of my closest friends shattered my heart into a million different pieces by just walking away)
If you think you know the whole story, I promise you’ll know only a half. And within that fraction of my downfall, only a quarter will make you laugh...
Buttershaw, South Bradford
Buttershaw, her love spreads. On summer days, melted and translucent, she's a glistened river. Her grace, a keenness for peace, can hush restless...
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Dreams of Children
Walking up the hill to the poetry class, talking to myself as if a mad man, of how tonight I will encourage the students to write vivid and...
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Leaving Upton Park
Sometimes we’d win and we’d all go berserk. But the bubbles have burst since we left Upton Park. Hurst, Peters and Moore, an honest days work...
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At the Arts Council in Manchester
And to think I was just about to complain About the weakness of the coffee when my head turned through the glass to witness the hearse arguing in...
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