June 2017

Drummer girl

The way the drummer girl moves her wrists – those flashes of blue – and the way she smiles, thinking of something else, remind me of you She has a flair and a rhythm that defies the sudden rain but…

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Some small secret

Bleach and black water patch the hillside – burnt heather beside the path, which winds aimlessly away from the soldiers’ bridge beneath which we sheltered There are no fences here: the real country keeps hold, hiding its destinations In a…

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