Looking for Narnia you stand outside the wardrobein gloves and blankets but there is nothing to see;the door is shut and the cupboard is filledwith things you may need some time, blocking the way through Gazing into the distanceyou try to see snow…
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I fell over yesterday. It was nothing. I’ve done it before, but I have to admit to a strong feeling of concern as my forehead hit the pavement rather hard, and blood started flowing. When I say flowing, I mean…
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(a poem written ten years ago, about a different part of the world) Looking for dry ground,he quarters the fieldsbut the flood plain herecould swallow an armyand suck birds from the sky His unnatural boatcrawls from lane to laneobeying speed…
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Failing to tune into the dire warnings broadcast after a night of rain – I had after all been asleep – we ventured out on to the roads of North-East Norfolk, and found water everywhere. It was a Sunday. I…
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I see you theresouth of Iceland:the sky is clear Red and orange beyond the horizoneat up the earth, but youare above it all heading homeout of the snow:beauty, not the beast And here we are, above it all too,flying toward…
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The media sensation that has become known as the Post Office Scandal has appalled many people. The realisation that an apparently untouchable elite group has been able to sacrifice innocent people in order to facilitate their own privileged existence has…
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