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Robin
snip, clip, cut, pull, clip, clipworking along the hedgein the thick of itdry copper beech rustlingold hop vines twistedresisting my pullingtheir paper thin twinestrong enough to choke the treeweak enough to breakwithout warningleaving me staring upinto the bitter white lightof threatening chill nightwondering how to separatetree from tanglelike me from youand while I am wonderingthinking, →
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on peace
I received a link to an impassioned video plea for ceasefire in poetic form. Should an agency cleaner in the basement… By Steve Pottinger. Keep talking about Gaza, keep demanding a ceasefire. Invoke the name of the young conscientious objector Tal Mitnick, imprisoned for 30 days for refusing to believe that “more violence will bring →
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on December
a band-aid stretchedover open wounds, fresh cutsbleed through, edges peel ~ n.b. Roll on January Blues, when hurt is exposed to the air and healing can begin. CLP 28/12/2023 →
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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 →