It’s been a warm few days, and so all those predictions that would normally be frozen and probably buried at this time of year have come to the surface and sprouted alarmingly. Because it’s been so warm, and it’s still…
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From Newton Cross to Peter Black, water always wins:light fades and tumbles from the fatal Nesslike Clare and Snitterly, victim of the stalking stormthat haunts the coast like a serial killer:patient and deadly, carrying an axe The crazed, compulsive collector pins…
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I’m bluenot sticky tape blueor empty cheque book blueor even isn’t-it-cold-out-there blue not slow-guitar-with-saxophone blue, notmy-blood-is-showing-through blue not dark, deep thunderstorm bluegoing under bluepassing through blue No, I’m sky blueno-limit blueescape velocity blueslipping-into-a-strange-dimension blue knife-edge bluefractal fjords blueimpossibly blue all…
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They tell me that Norwich City have the oldest football song in the world. If not, they almost certainly have the only one with the word “scrimmage” in it. I suppose you could say I am a supporter of the…
The blood red moon is hidden by cloud:just in case it’s me, I walk round the houseand look out of other windows but the cloud persists – so thick it could be fog:just in case it’s me, I check the…
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My wife is an optimist. If she weren’t, obviously, she wouldn’t have married me, and things would have been very different. Oh, yes, they would. I too have always considered myself an optimist in a general sense, but when I…
I have an epiphany: there are no kings in East London Late on, when the children have been slaughtered or at least thrown like gold into the desert I see wise men leaving, having made no deal even in their…
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