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My stories

Cherry

A Christmas Call

Poem written in 1990.
Cherry

Gutle Schnaper's Topographic Memory Bank

The house on Judengasse where she has lived for ninety six years: a smart calèche adorned with blue silk; a footman in blue livery greets you at the door. Frail now, she allows me
Cherry

Calling

The somnambulist negotiates a cliff-top stairway carries her invisible apple a delicate heart-throb in her palm the grey weathered stair-stone rubbed smooth by the ancients
Poem of the week

Juno In Her Birthing House

Roof tiles flayed by a blunt north wind; a standpipe spews drain-water like a Saturday night lush. Upstairs (in her secret temple) Juno sleeps on a silk birthing bed
Cherry

A Scriptual Geologist And His Daughter Admire The Malvern Hills

Today young earth is bathed in His best gold the warm hillocks shaped by Creation and Flood - perfect arcs and angel-trees moulded by His own hand. The earth is a reflection

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