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Category archives: poetry
casualty of love
We’ve been listening, again and again and again to songs by Jessie J. Following us from place to place, various children singing along at full volume or less or more depending on whether that track was the one they wanted or no. This evening CR asked what a casualty of love was (title of a …
coriolanus
It befits me not to prate on Coriolanus, one so ennobled of spirit that he doth transform me beyond my citizenship by the simple mention of his name. The Great Leader! What piffle. The man at the insistence of the people was, the others to whom he needs must turn in foreign places banished, such …
famous last words
In a parish church in Sheffield, a barn of a building, so spacious inside, looking at a stained glass window my eyes are drawn to a dedication and not the image. The size of the building and an imagined small congregation brings to me how short a time has elapsed between the grand schemes of …
the biro, bottle, foil and fag ash
This is a crackpipe belonging to a friend of a friend of friend [Fofafoaf]. A piece of tin foil covering the top of the bottle would have a bed of cigarette ash placed in it, the crack sitting on top and the smoke drawn through it. Fofafoaf says he really likes it a lot, it …
in permanance
Sitting in a café on the high street, looking out across the road I suddenly notice a young woman standing in a telephone kiosk, still while people on the street pass by. I realise she runs the stall selling hats and scarves. Her stillness surprises me, emphasising how busy I am, how busy we often …