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on Ukraine
it’s no sports eventpeople’s lives are in dangerfruit has to ripen ~ n.b. The Ukraine top security official, Oleksiy Danilov, has been trying to explain to news media, that the counter-offensive against Russia will take time to have a significant impact. He used a typically poetic metaphor about fruit. You can only admire the hope →
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on time
a fly whispers in my earhalf-waking, I flap, it goesback into the darkmidsummer, full cloud coverthick night, air heavyhead a dead-weightdrowsy, or dyingit’s impossible to ascertainwhy my eyes can’t opentoo easy to closetoo easy to sinkbelow the surface of consciousnessthe fly returnspicking its way around my facein my ear againagain I flap a sleep-weary handthe →
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on Ukraine
remove the labelslook into the soldiers’ eyesthe kids from next door ~ n.b. The Ukrainian counter-offensive has begun to make some progress. Their armed forces, supplemented by volunteer recruits from all backgrounds, fighting to bring peace to their own homes. Pictures from a small exhibition at the Norwich city library. “On the roads to war” →
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14th May
See what happens?You finally make an effortTo shrug off Winter’s grim shroudMusic, dancingsmiles, joyful tearsand yes, the swiftsSwooping and slicingthrough the humid airskimming chimney potsTheir shrieking and screamingis, I suppose,what they excuse as singing ~ n.b. No guarantee of a good summer. CLP 15/05/2023 →
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on Ukraine
“…if real peace talks start”the newspaper suggestedwhat a bloody game ~ CLP 12/05/2023 →
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thunder storm
In false warmth of MayAnvil clouds pile upEclipse the blueCast down hail stonesLightning spearing the gloomBasal crashes shaking the old townStair rods rattling on the streetsDon picks up his bedrollSeeks shelterIn the cathedral porchJean stumbles to the libraryHer mismatched clothesSelected from chance findsAnd what she stuffed into a rucksackOn escaping homeAaron sweats in his black →
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Full Cycle
Take me in your armsUnder the full moonIn the cool airOf early May Owls celebrateTheir rites of springIn the woodlandAlong the ridge Bluebells unfoldBefore the foliage aboveSteals all the lightShades in silver shadows The church bellChimes the quarter pastIt’s early yetStill time for bed Hold me in your armsWe’ll watch the full moon setFrom our →