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on August
Copper foils collect on the outfieldStubborn tufts of grass repay enthusiastic fielders with grazesThe cricketers’ whites are stained by streaks of blood, turf and dustOnce welcome cooling breezes of July have revertedTo deliver East Anglia’s usual desiccating chillPlayers debate whether to wear two shirts, or a sweaterAt home the shower temperature has been turned up Read more
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on Ukraine
that closeeye-to-eyehard not to smileas hand greets handimpossible to knowhow things will golet’s be frankthe two might find common groundto tradeor they might agreeto disagreewhile Kyiv at centre stagewaits in the wings~ CLP 15/08/2025 Read more
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on truth
your word against minehis word against yoursgetting the last word inversusthe final words of the condemnedwhat you believeis not necessarily trueeven if it frames your worldinvented from ancient scriptsthat cannot be sustainedby a pack of lies~n.b. Shooting the messenger does not stop the word getting out. CLP 13/08/2025 Read more
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on great men
it is laughable to believeto consider it even possiblethat one man can run the showwrite and re-write historyit takes at least thirteenas Jesus knewJudas had a part to playPonticus Pilate tooDon’t just point your trigger finger at oneIt takes a village to raise a childA nation to raise a tyrant~ CLP 11/08/2025 Read more
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on Ukraine
all the neighbours knowsomething’s not rightwe suspect there’s a meetingthey’ll be talking about ushow we’re being mistreatedbut it won’t change anythingwe’ll still be getting those beatingswithout regard to our feelingslocked in our roomthat muffles our screamingbarricaded in our roomkicking and screamingalone in our roomtrying to fight off the demon~n.b. USA and Russia to meet in Read more
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Ghosts (ii)
Sometimes they come at nightNot always singly, but in pairsAt ease, with smilesTalking about mundane thingsWithout axes to grindHere’s the first, then his motherCircling like sharksAt ease, with their smiles~ CLP 04/08/2025 Read more
Journey of Words 