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on Ukraine
tuning out the newsvillages lost or regainedwe head for the beach ~ n.b. War, long periods of boredom, broken by moments of complete terror, so something like that. I’m lucky to live in a country where a lost village means coastal erosion, no longer Viking longships full of men seeking new land to farm. CLP →
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on time
I remember, fifty years agoBus ride home from schoolFull heat of glowering sunFace flat against cool windowAsleep between stopsKaleidoscopic dreams confusingConversations of passengersWith people bouncing around my headWhite collar grey with sweatSo hot, stumbling to the stepsDown to the platformWatching the stop approachingStepping off as the bus pausedFinding my feet for the first time ~ →
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on the surface
everything serenesky of bluesea of greenrelief of breezebarely a cloudhorizon cleartake my handclimb aboardwe’ll chart a coursetake the wheelhead out to seawhere it will bedown to usto navigate a wayfor you and me~ CLP 05/09/2023 →
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on Ukraine
War correspondentKharkiv at night as backcloth“Next year…” Autumn comes ~ n.b. Another describes Moscow as running “a forever war”. CLP 04/09/2023 →
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on Ukraine
one brick at a timewe will rebuild from rubblethey have created ~ n.b. Ukraine is looking to Warsaw to see what can be done to build something more than the disassembled sum of the parts. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/sep/02/architects-warsaw-lessons-rebuilding-ukraine-rubble?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other CLP 02/09/2023 →
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on Ukraine
It’s day 5 5 3Numbers accumulatingLike ossuary bones~n.b. When the numbers of bombs, attack drones, battles, yards gained and lost is all we hear of, we know lives become worth less. The blood comes from somebody’s flesh, someone’s flesh and blood. CLP 30/08/2023 →
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Overseas
between heavy downpoursdespite the unwavering breezesheltered spots trapped the sunbutterflies spread out their wingssettled on the dripping nettlessoaked up each burst of heatwe walked the islandlooked to the mainlandthe cloud-streaked Downsacross The Solent’s white horsesfollowed the shadowed path of showersalong the coast from Portsmouth’s towerto Chichester’s spireand Selsey Billlooking back to Blightyremoved for a few →
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on Ukraine
would it be a car?poison? bomb? No, a plane crash.who would have thought it?~n.b. Wagner’s last movement. Anyone surprised? When criminals fall out… CLP 23/08/2023 →
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