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Piped Dreams
The door clicks a jar compresses the draught to a whistle that wakes me from your arms, her arms, my brother’s hand I held through a summer night in the respiratory ward down the corridor from coronary care where he would be the next summer and no one could visit while he dreamt of life →
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Truth, it’s out there
I I want I want you I want you to I want you to be I want you to be happy ~ CLP 20/01/2021 →
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On Playing v
It had to happen we crashed into each other. Found – laughing in street ~ n.b. I am close to bursting, laughing out loud again, 45 years later. Mucking about on our bicycles we accidentally locked handle bars and fell to the pavement. Before we could move, get cross, or blame the other, a little →
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Lockdown 3 (Day 14): Morrison’s
A security tag is supposed to be automatically approved and cancelled when scanned at the till. “If it goes off at the exit, don’t worry. The security guard has gone home already and I know your face anyway.” Great to know that the art of careless talk survives and no she doesn’t know my face →
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Thaw as Hell
Then like the snow the next morning you were gone ~ Only traces of grey ice caught in gutters to remind me ~ CLP 17/01/2021 →
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On Memory xiii
In your deepest sleep I woke to my own heartbeat listened for your breath ~ CLP 15/01/2021 →
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On Playing ii
Saturday at three is when the fun really starts Oh, yes! And the pain ~ n.b. A lifetime of training my body to endure watching Pompey all over England means my adrenalin and endorphins peak around 3pm on winter Saturday afternoons…what happens from there is a game. I used to play a bit too, not →
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On Playing
First rule of playing Learn the rules (in cricket “laws”) Then let play commence ~ n.b. The first in a series inspired by the laughter of friends, family and strangers. ~ CLP 16/01/2021 →
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On Memory xii
We watch heaven’s light until heat of evening chills sleep tight together ~ CLP 14/01/2021 →
Journey of Words 