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StoryNice to see you Truth42178 years 5 months ago
StoryOn My Soap Box (Poetry Monthly) luigi_pagano248 years 5 months ago
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StoryA different view MJG08 years 5 months ago
Story'Incident on the Line' Silver Spun Sand218 years 5 months ago
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Storyschool photos celticman279 years 3 months ago
Blog entryStory and Poem of the Year 2014 Insertponceyfre...149 years 3 months ago
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StoryThe Last Act of Love. celticman139 years 4 months ago
StoryPoem in a nice suit john_silver79 years 4 months ago
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StoryLullaby, lull our senses. lenchenelf99 years 5 months ago
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StoryAlbatross Silver Spun Sand229 years 6 months ago
StoryNettles Lemon Tarte69 years 10 months ago
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Hart's Tongue Fern in March 2020

Fibrous rooted, undivided fronds, compressed into coal that powered a globe. W avy outline of a deer’s tongue, wound-healing absorber of heavy metals...
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A Haunting

Prologue I used to think ghosts were frightening. On TV, they were inevitably Victorian, dressed in black and wafting around graveyards or creaking...
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Poem of the week

A Slip of the Mother Tongue

Dialect of my mother - burbled from rain-sodden currents in Derry’s Foyle, meltwater brogue of bogs, fairies and goblins, smoky with bacon, whiskey...
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Goodbye George

‘Goodbye lovely Boy’, John strokes the horse’s neck; breathes him in. ‘We tried everything’, he ruffles his wide hand over the black mane. Asks his...

Silk Moths’ Secrets (for Nobel prize-winner Adolf Friedrich Butenandt)

Party Member 3716562 calculated bomber pilots’ oxygen uptake, surrendered human sex hormones to crystalline, drawn to female silk moths’ volatile...

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