The fourth manwalks wisely out on to the hilllooking west for directions But being this far northhe remains lost in both space and time,planets or stars hiddenbehind the clouds and houses Yes, there is a scarlet gash across the horizon, blood…
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I was playing rugby at school when this huge boy about twice my size came bearing down on me with the ball. I wasn’t sure whether to tackle him or not. It seemed a life or death question. In the…
Like a shadow on the fringe of thundercloudsthe pianist’s page-turneralmost disappears Dressed in black, hair combed severely back,she rises, then retreats: a ripple in the atmosphereholds her jacket tidily backas she fixes her solemn eyes on the notesnot wanting anything…
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Until recently, fighting whatever attacked us was straightforward. When London, Coventry or anywhere else was being bombed, we could see what was happening, and we could take action. People banded together, hugged each other, commiserated and cared for their neighbours….