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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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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 xii
We watch heaven’s light until heat of evening chills sleep tight together ~ CLP 14/01/2021 →
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On Memory x
Have you forgotten or have I misremembered? Where came the volta? ~ CLP 05/01/2021 →
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On Losing (26)
It’s impossible to recreate the magic it can’t be the same ~ n.b. Why? Because it’s magic, silly! ~ CLP 02/01/2020 →
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On Losing (20)
Not ember, but film Our fire cools, its raw fuel spent Remains of friendship ~ CLP 22/12/2020 →
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On Numbers (B117)
Inevitably Jabs then evidence of such: Identity cards ~ n.b. A new number to learn. The coronavirus variant ID for the ‘English Virus’ as some might label it, is B117. Sick Man of Europe, (no longer of EU), will need to be able to verify clean bill of health before being allowed to stand in →