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Old Nights

Old Nights For David Floyd And a man rotates a table for diners as I twist myself – synching to unghost those years. I can see them now: Alison with...
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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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Jimmy

Jimmy Under the trees at the end of the field. The day we built our camp. We had rusty nails, sweet cigarettes. A radio that played opera. You showed...

Luton Revisited (After John Hegley)

Many years ago, John Hegley wrote a seismic political poem about class and mobility for his home town of Luton. It still shocks today. You can hear...
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Ascensions

Ascensions No finger on it. The colour, the grey area i nsipid in other circumstances. Here, the light glows as if a search. A treasure sunk — swept...

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