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My stories

Faith Tree

I write a poem about the North There's a dead sheep I don't know what it means It's Ireland says my apple My orchard My son The one who fells me with his clarity

Clan

You sit there The air cracks You listen to me I'm someone else Hiding under your wide glance I watch your hair And breathe you in Like a fire eater

Nightwatchmen

We vibrate past them Imagine collecting protection money from the fish Giggling in the rigging Dancing about on the spit
Cherry

Northern District and Circle

I wonder if salmon taste whisky A dead sheep melts into the sand

Plane Spotting

I saw him Like Keats saw that woman in Vauxhall Pale as a jet plane Children crying Your father's looking at clouds she said not looking Called away before I could catch his dark dark river eyes Swaying slightly as he walked

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