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alpine peak
I don’t do skiingNot that slither and slidePick up speedBounce, twist, swooshy thingI don’t need the rushOf hurtling downhillJust to go back upTo do it again, againTake my hand until spring comeswe’ll dancethrough fresh pasturelie on a daisy carpetimpress grass angelsin meadowslisten to cow bellsting off the pineslaugh as we break throughthe clinging skin of Read more
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winter blackbird
what do you think you are playing at?three a.m. on a December Saturdaysinging like it’s a summer dawn?the Sun doesn’t rise for another five hoursit’s been gone for elevenwhat do you think you’re playing at? ~ CLP 16/12/2023 Read more
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unbearable
in measured toneswith reasonable languagethese two men adopt a stolid stanceexplain nothing will deflecteach from their stated purposeirrespective of distractionsthe cries of infants orphanedthe tears of grieving mothersthe pleas of widowsanger of widowersvengeful vows from sons and daughterswho will ensure peace will not cometo Palestine or Ukrainefor generations ~ n.b. Whether a daily press briefing Read more
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on Ukraine
“Someday this war will end”soldiers will become civviesflowers sprout from graves~ CLP 12/12/2023 Read more