catherine poarch
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catherine poarch
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Sojourner
I write in the Land of Broken Plates.
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Five Wolves
Five wolves run... I saw these at Wild Place, near Bristol, yesterday.
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Biss or Bissn't
Biss or bissn't said the Bard...
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Becoming
Noone famous. My mother's mother.
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Van Gogh and the Spaceman
I wanted to write something about the poisonous blue of Thatcherism. But went off completely somewhere else and consoled myself that she didn't own the colour.
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Congratulations. I liked this
Posted on Thu, 06 Jul 2017
Congratulations. I liked this, it has the pace of someone sitting back in a chair on a veranda. I like how you are writing easily and feeling surprised by that. Probably the way we write best is the one that comes naturally so just go with it...
Read full commentPosted in Tail-end
Great reply. And I think our
Posted on Wed, 19 Apr 2017
Great reply. And I think our confusion/reluctance/apathy is all down to PR lies, over the centuries, you can see it from the Norman oppression of the Anglo Saxons to the British Empire. So yes, keep telling the truth.
Read full commentPosted in You always knew: a poem for the death of progressive politics and the passing of the Welfare State
I loved this. At the moment I
Posted on Fri, 29 May 2015
I loved this. At the moment I have a heap load of characters stuck in a tardis sized plot which is floating aimlessly through space. I am now concerned that they are all talking to each other and there is going to be some sort of rebellion and...
Read full commentPosted in About the advert
I loved this. Is he real? I
Posted on Mon, 23 Jan 2017
I loved this. Is he real? I loved the 'drank lager grew bitter'. I always like wondering what the child was llike with old people or what the old person will be like for the child and you've done the whole sweep of his life in a short, nail on...
Read full commentPosted in Dave Swakeley is Dying
I love the stillness of this
Posted on Fri, 09 Dec 2016
I love the stillness of this and the faith of knowing something's there when you can't see it.
Read full commentPosted in Fog!
I've come back to this three
Posted on Mon, 04 Jul 2016
I've come back to this three times now too. A freight train in the desert - I don't know if freight is an American word but there's something old about it, the whole poem seems to make me think of old films, maybe the 40's or 50's, but a...
Read full commentPosted in Freight
Really liked the quickness of
Posted on Tue, 08 Mar 2016
Really liked the quickness of this, right down to the lash of that buzzing thought. It feels like a kid taking a deep breath and saying it all in one go. The Queen passed me once too when I was a child and apparantly she smiled at us but I was...
Read full commentPosted in Bombinations
I think you've been saying
Posted on Sat, 12 Dec 2015
I think you've been saying goodbye ever since in all these beautiful poems. Each one is a gift to her. Without meaning to sound trite I'm sure she reads them. The grains of sand on the beach and the picture of the little girl on the beach with...
Read full commentPosted in About My Daughter...
I have no expertise here. I
Posted on Sat, 05 Dec 2015
I have no expertise here. I think I'd be tempted by symmetery, not to mention safety. All I can say is - you don't need to decide yet? Let the answer come to you. Revel in getting better.
Read full commentPosted in Result! part 2.
a lovely poem of remembrance,
Posted on Sun, 08 Nov 2015
a lovely poem of remembrance, about the simplest of symbols. I love how the poppies have a life of their own.
Read full commentPosted in Blithe Spirit
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