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on Ukraine
Back on the FRONT PAGEOne thousand days passed nowDesperate urgencySomething must be doneBigger, badder, bolder stillMore, more of the sameWho thinks more killingWill lead to peaceful outcomeWhat will be enough?~ CLP 20/11/2024 →
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on Ukraine
Ace pilots against dronesBrave, skilful and resourcefulMachines have no fear~ CLP. 18/11/2024 →
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on Ukraine
Cracks in a ceilingStretch along lines of weaknessUntil there is no strength~ CLP 18/11/2024 →
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on time
I realise that I have passedFrom talking of people I knowTo recalling those I knewI draw from a well of storiesDrawing up memories of memoriesFrom a war-time Hampshire farmOf the Canadians in SussexOf majestic sea linersFrom the Black CountryA cricketer who faced TysonFunnelling through generationsA woman who watched Blériot landMy mother’s tales, a song sungAdding →
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on Ukraine
distance no objectinnocent civiliansunder the flight paththe war still drones onbeneath a newsprint mountainabout democracyforeign volunteerstravel to fight the bullylost in confusionRussian troops fallingeach different, each the sameas leaves in autumn~ CLP 10/011/2024 →
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on Ukraine
Moscow’s criminalsReleased if they fight like dogsOn Ukraine’s bloody soilNorth Korean menEmerge but die in numbersBrief lives beyond the wireLike gladiatorsEntertainment for CaesarNew Russian rouletteWar is a cruel gamePlayed out by politiciansWith the lives of others~ CLP 06/11/2024 →
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on clichés
she walked into the roomand my heart nearly burstso happy to see her smileso happyfunny how that happensevery timeevery goddam time~ CLP 01/11/2023 →
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on the driveway
neatly aligned carstwo garages full of junklives of consumption~ n.b. Time is limited for us all, a sudden excision from the daily whirl always a possibility, so what is it with garages full of the stale fruits harvested from sixty years, or so, of shopping? I put my hands up for an excess of books →
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on cocaine
on Northern Trains’ trainservice from Leeds to Blackpoolit was everywherethe stag party ladsCity fans going westwardBlackburn blokes’ day outclothed in fancy dressFreddy Flintstone is off his rocksCinderella’s stonedbutch ballerinatights, arms like a lock forwardgruff giggles, twitchythey’re sniffing it upin the disabled toiletoff the seat-back trayhere, there everywherethrough the Pennines, down the trackat each stop more →
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on land
as you learn the nameswritten, then how pronouncedhalls and manors emergeancient fishpondsclothed in algaeor claggy with weary leavesa moat, walls, parklandit becomes clearthis landwas once for the havesand the haplessits feudal formstamped into the lanesdiverted around groundsold metal fencingthat avoided the call updue to the lord’s protected occupationon the last remnant of greenthe stone crossscored →
Journey of Words 