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Continue reading →: A trip to CasualtyI had to go to Casualty last night It was in a place called Holby, All the usual gang was there, Charlie, still not retired Duffy, remember her? Megan, you know the one, she Used to clean up all the vomit And was the only one who wore a green…
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Continue reading →: Tell me of the grassTell me of the grass on Your side of the fence, That the ground is hard and stony faced That it is withered or wild, untameable Clumped, devoid of moss or feeling Bracken wetted sludge and Sumptuous richness Perhaps you are starving too That there is no land or hope…
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Continue reading →: World poetry dayThere is an invisible line, that traverses this planet unlike the equator or the tropics it spins as a verbal compass wobbling and vibrating collecting, collating language, power, people This unseen line is a connecting, collecting rhythmic anthem it magnetises stories, feelings and holds together those things that don’t fit…
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Continue reading →: Poem – Puffin heartsWhy bother to net a puffin? Their smoky hearts ain’t nothin, It’s a beautiful life you’re snuffin – Why not try a muffin?
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Continue reading →: Fuel for thoughtFuel for thought, How far can you go? What with the high prices exploding around you Gone those halcyon days of driving down the road, tank full and primed Any destination you please Fuel for thought, How far must we go? When everything is exploding around us Gone those halcyon…

