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on Ukraine
murder their parentssteal children and grandchildrennot content to kill ~ n.b. If you made this stuff up, people would condemn you as a sicko. Well, this is Russia and consequences of their ‘military operation‘. I note Switzerland is supporting an international air defence programme now. Even the discreet, courteous, stable, confidential, neutral Swiss, who take →
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Weathering
after countless weeksrain finally cameenlivening the window with shivering streamsthat attracted tired eyesfrom flickering screensa stop earlier than intendedshe stepped off the busbare-headedrivulets formed on her browcoursed down her faceran down her neckunder her blousechilled her breastshe slowed her pacefaced the skyran her tongue tipfrom lip to lipat last, againsweet rain on skin ~ n.b. →
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kingfisher
we found ourselves at an old creek weary willows draped the banks hornbeam and alder, white birch, poplar cooled our path between pond skaters we paddled beside budding balls of yellow lilies their dank soggy pads, launch points for kinked blue sticks of damsel flies riding tandem cross the dyke flittering by in their clumsy →
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on Ukraine
everyday peoplevisit the pizzariafamilies sliced apart ~ n.b. Kramatorsk’s pizzeria, a popular venue, often used by foreign journalists, was blown to pieces today while people were sitting down to eat. The criminals have resumed their murderous business, after fighting each other briefly, like rats in a sack. The slaughter of children out with their parents →
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on Ukraine
yes, you heard it rightdolphins being trained to fightno young Russians left? ~ n.b. It is alleged, in a BBC Radio 4 news report today, that the Russian military are training dolphins to support attacks on the Ukraine naval forces and their facilities. Just when you think the bitter, twisted, old men in Moscow can →
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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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