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My stories

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The Retreat

"The stray corpse of a snowman sinks into the mud. The rain has stolen his face and a testimony melts in his mouth"
Cherry

The Obligatory Snow Poem

I have spent the afternoon in 1961, and out on the quad I think I witness Adolf Eichmann building a snowman.
Cherry

So it goes.

I stand amongst a wreath of antlered trees. The hills, cave-coloured, blue with rain, seem to sway like kelp.
Gold cherry

Yellowing

I dreamt about my uncle's death last night. Not about my uncle. He was already dead when the dream started.
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Ithaca

I sit in the trees that are made from amber glass, making notes, and think of another tree growing in Jerusalem for those who invented God.

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This is full of such

Posted on Sat, 06 Feb 2010

This is full of such gorgeous imagery, Maddie - and it's very atmospheric. I love: 'blossom sketched against bark; fragmentary blooms suddenly full,' Magic xxxRead full comment

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'Reflections drawn from

Posted on Sat, 05 Jul 2008

'Reflections drawn from heart shaped mirrors' Such a poignant line! And I too love how the structure of the poem relates to the movement of a carousel.Read full comment

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This is such a beautiful

Posted on Wed, 25 Jun 2008

This is such a beautiful poem, the subtle rhyme scheme really adds to the rhythm of the poem - and the imagery is superlative!Read full comment

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