I’m not sure if I should admit to this, but just over 50 years ago I was in the United States illegally. For a fortnight – and I hope that will confuse the authorities enough to let me get away…
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As in a soup, spoon-hot,I float with noodles – the yellow tubes hold me upand I defy gravity,my organs mystified at the lack of pressurefrom above or below All is calm: I drift,waiting for God to speak Like Julian, I look…
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“All of humanity’s problems,” wrote Blaise Pascal, “stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” He was probably not thinking of coronavirus when he wrote it, but it seems a useful observation in the current crisis, and…
Pulled by the pain of wind and tideand racked by rainyour body moves from side to side You toss and touch the shallows gather in the sheetstumble face down, indiscreet Naked to sand and stone, so closeto land: pillow fair headstranded…
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