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For Twiglet #101
– an American Sentence It was a lifetime, bagged and boxed, rehoused, and given to charity. Twiglet #101 “Brick-by-Brick“
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Quadrille #68
Perfectly Brief There’s a note stuck in the air, like you might do with a rose in water. A note — not bird song, not a metallic clapper or strings of cat gut, but a note, written with crescendo longing. It’s perfectly brief. One word: Wink. Quadrille #68 “Wink“
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5 November 2018
An American Sentence – I apologise for not raking up the leaves as fast as they fall. NovPAD Day 4: An apology
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26 October 2018
Some Candles Never Get Lit I feel an urge to light a candle, for my mum. A scented one. But that’s not allowed at The Oaks Residential Care Home, and my sister says, the oldies forget that they’ve lit the damned things; they catch curtains and carpets alight. And I don’t mention that age-wise I’m…
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16 October 2018
Leaning on Solid Space I am stood on a far shore. Powerless. I smell of old bones. Me, a tiny survivor, a day on the ridge of cold. The 28th day of the 9th month, it was like drowning in a raindrop. The inevitability of it all. And I wonder, did you say, Well, that…
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15 October 2018
As Deep as It Is Dark Its scent spreads. In waves. Mimics the sea. At low tide. Settles around my face. My hair and nose, teases in a voiceless way. I’m four, maybe more, but not much, and I’m playing with my red truck on the patio. The arbour beams are dark with grapevines tangled…
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The Rise and Fall of Yucking
The Rise and Fall of Yucking Bile He’s yucking in the grocery aisles, yucking leeks and yucking kale, and wailing o’Yuck’o at brussels sprouts and beans green as a May spring day, and in the meat aisle, yucking liver, yucking fish, and then he retches at the sight of toilet brushes Twiglet #97…
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dVerse Quadrille #65
The Carved Wooden Indian Still Stands Outside the Post Office I was right, This is a small town. A fishing port, mostly tourists. Lighthouse by the carpark, Metered parking nowadays. Souvenir shop selling shells, Dried twiggy seahorses, Glass balls. All imported. The ice cream shop’s Closed until May. Fish love A dead quiet harbour. …
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