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on time
what is going on?eight days a week would be fabmore hours in a day helpfulwhy do we only get those sixty minutes, seconds?time moves too fast at timesthen again too slowor is it usletting the grains of sand slip through our fingers?later, soon, before too longin a minute, just a momentdon’t you get it?this is… Read more
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on Rain
dampen the spiritwash away the angry tearsdilute the spilt blood~n.b. Rain is our immediate concern. It draws our attention to what to wear today, how to travel, a review of plans, whereas it never rains rain in Gaza, and of course, summer is warm, mostly dry in Ukraine. Their rain comes from munitions factories around… Read more
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on Ukraine
It was a week after the Bataclan battleYoung people from Paris in EvreuxEscaping the shock waves of griefTalking of the end of the worldRealising the conversation was about the end of humanityIdentifying that nature will persistKeeping faith that this Blue Planet will keep spinningUnderstanding that it is us who will passLeaving our stainIn fossilised citiesRailway… Read more
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Sidcup Summer twilight
on the far boundaryplay continuesin baiting and teasingbetween fox cubsa little girl in party dressruns from the dripping coversinterrupts her mum who is talking to grand-dad on the club house patioWill the foxes eat me?suitably reassured they won’tshe runs back across the swardto join another small girlwho muddies her hands with handstandstries cartwheelsnot yet supple… Read more
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on Ukraine
in the alcove of an abandoned shoplaid out in dishevelled dreamson top of improvised beddingdesperate for sleepclutched by each otherdesperate for sleeptattered, battered, torndesperate for sleepas the upright peopleturn out from the last trainfrom theatres, barsthe queues for clubsanother police siren cuts into the drunken chatteringdesperate for sleepa gaggle of othersliving closeto the lip of… Read more
I write as I wonder as I wander.
Journey of Words 