Working party iii

A lane pulling away between fields laid low with winter wear. The village men and women out in January weather, their boots clocking hours against the road, raking hay and plastic out of the verge their spades cutting places  for thorn and hazel.   The wind coming in and the lines of rain on the wind, […]

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Garden

A night burst of inter-galactic loving has rinded the garden white our lawn a west country landing for moon beams, spent kisses iron in our lawn. Through my study window I watch my boys’ garden play, their joy pricked by the morning’s cold blade, what better way than football to crack open this day? They […]

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Stoned

When one is pushed off a high building, bound to a plastic chair is there any sense of relief – that one is freed from the barbarism, I mean? Does a crazy stillness prevail, am I feeling out for God’s hands, stretching hoping fantastically for lift? Whispering someone’s name. Does the smash hurt? I imagine it like […]

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Trump displays all the frailties of his sex: my predictions for 2016

(1) The billionaire is too weak to lead the United States of America Trump’s show-stealing offensiveness and derision of his opponents may still be enough to win him the Republican nomination (against weak opposition) but his lack of substance would be exposed in a run-off against Hillary Clinton. Hillary is the much tougher and more resilient character. […]

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Embers

I By the elder clump its sharp claws waving but so brittle, long grass has strangled a magnolia whose waxy flowers, curled tan and dead lie by peeps of nightshade and budlea husks, their lights gone out for winter. Everything in this corner awry and sickly and in my human way, I must raze it. […]

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West country architecture ii

The Milking Parlour, Sharcott They built the parlour in thirty five, with new machines for evacuating udders. Whatever would they think of next? Four farm workers stood there on that first morning, wincing at the hospital tiles, remarking on how the floor lent bounce to the lowing, the inside streams of yellow piss so unseemly. […]

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