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on Ukraine
In a mere hundred yearsOne Saturday morningThe memorial to you will drip from night’s last icy showerPeople riding on the tramWill discuss their love prospectsWhat bargains they seek in January salesFootballOne, sitting in silenceMight catch a glimpse of a pigeon restingOn the head of the crossAnd wonder who carved the names into the stoneWhose names →
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on winter
new year’s day ends with a stunning light showthe Sun demonstrating its power in a silent slow burnthe shift gradualfrom a touch of pink outlining the cloudsto this vermillion daubing of the skybroad brushed streaksstroked up and out from the very core of our stargiving depth to skeletal treesover-whelming all that is whitethe Earth glows →
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on morning
alarmed to new dayfrom sweet scented pillow dreamsyour absent presence~ CLP 22/12/2025 →
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on space
social mediadecrees blanks are not allowedwhilst wiping the mind~n.b. It is tiring. The war on Ukraine continues. The people of Gaza struggle desperately for breath. Sudan turns in on itself. The whirlpools of our slowly boiling oceans spin on. Will love truly be the answer? Is love all we need? CLP 30/10/2025 →
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on time
I’ve pondered the matter of lifeLimited as it must beIs there life on Saturn’s moons?How would we know?Evidence of life this far outComes not from twitching organismsNot from a pulseNo morse like messageG, A, F (low), F (high), CIt comes from the decaying remainsA trail of decompositionEmitted from the arse of EnceladusA constant outpouring of →
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on memory
you can’t hold everything in your headbit by bit it fadesleaving flint-like fragmentssharp, shiny, hardwhich are sparked by placessongs, photographs, othersa cricket ground by a churcha roadsignthe name of a villagea street namea pub now turned to flatsa make of cara turn of phrasea nicknamea make of cheesea punk band formed by a pair of →
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