Poetry
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Seagulls There must always be seagulls Just as there were When I struck lucky And met you Offering you a lift In a quiet seaside town Where nothing happens, except us. That was ten years And many seagulls ago But the same sense That anything could happen Happens again As I look into those Read more
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Released Through eighteen winters shedding their sweaters to become summers We have loved you. The world seems old and hydraulic as it shifts rheumatically on its oxidising axis. The clouds purse for an open-mouthed moment allowing the sun to bolt from its hiding place, a startled doe, a scuttled exit from the woods. Released. Read more
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