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On Collecting Words What use is time if all is cleared away the onward push into decreasing space with no hope of sonic boom or vapour trail; the tapestry unravels, the cords unwind; a great unlevened bread is made which … Continue reading →

On Collecting Together My Words (1st Sept 2011) I rearrange and collect all my words finding those i have said before themes of unknowing passing like trains in the dawn; sat at my desk with these faces before me: burbage … Continue reading →

On Charity On my way up to the East of London truly in the shadows of the day on a tube train i saw five ladies fresh from their Christmas parade of carols and trees and baubels clutching handbags above … Continue reading →

Crystal Nacht (2) There is a certain silence descends Upon a moral world When four youths break a child’s bike While I like a nothing, watch And then the pictures follow Of the families and the homes And the windows … Continue reading →