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Every year we decorate the living room for Christmas. How this is accomplished has varied in structure and style but essentially involves ceiling decorations, a homemade garland for the archway and of course decorating the tree. The tree. It was fake and then after smallest was born we opted for a real tree. The process…
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Dads poetry
My Dad was born in 1938. He moved around in his first couple of years to avoid the risk of serious bombing. He was born in a Garrison town. He ended up not far from there, in a place called Kelevedon in Essex, where he spent many evenings sheltering from bombs anyway. He remembered the…
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Isn’t it Iconic? A little too iconic……………
.. In the Suburbs, the third studio album by Arcade Fire, turned 15 last week. And the novel A Little Life written by Hanya Yanagihara was celebrated in last Sundays edition of The Observer, as it approaches its tenth year of publication. Other upcoming, and apparently noteworthy dates, include the 30th anniversary of Garbage by…
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And then there were two.
I have collected so much stuff in the 16 years I have been living here that when I said last week that I have made about a hundred trips to the dump, although I was exaggerating, it can’t be far off. The guys there say hello to me now when I drive in. one of…
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The Week
It’s happened. We have made the decision to leave the house we have called home for the past 16 years. In the end , a decision that was toyed with for about 18 months, happened quickly, and within 24 hours of speaking to the landlord I told him i didnt want to buy it and…
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The Question
It is because,said the little girl We are on the edge of here and there,and her arm swept out,A dramatic gesture A severe expression sat upon her face A brow furrowed like the lines of dunesBeyond her.We stand on the precipice of what is about to be andwhat is possible,That is why I love to…
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February
LIke a piece of verse which takes me through layers of thought and places in my mind; i always find myself back with you. And despite not knowing what version of life is right i know what i will find when i get there as i know now that it is the feeling that i…
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Lest we forget
Do you remember when shopping queueswere longer than an aisle , stretching beyond achievement;A gaggle of people inPavement mounting silence,When spaces between uscould be seen asSocial graces,Feet on places designated for covered faces forwardon streets now blighted by a thousand feet,Where disease is replaced by dis-ease-Mounting pressureFor sureAs hell I would replace these times with…
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Scheherazade
He sat there as shallow as a screen collecting weight and opinions. All the same, there was something about him, something that caught a corner of my mind that’s penetrable, by a certain type of person in a certain way, that steals and sways me like a drunken woman; eyes foggy with the mist of…
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Dad and Amazon #3
Days are often spent in Halstead where Dad lives, And I lived until I was nineteen but Time does not exist there. The town where I grew up. When I am there, I cannot escape past feelings, the places still exist in my minds eye as they did then and when I’m in town I’m…
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Summertime Sadness
There was a certain inevitability about the early summer heat. That it would run out. Too much too soon – not like the year before last, when you just knew that it would go on and on and on- and it did. It was relentless and so has the rain been this summer. Like nothing…
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Quieter
I’m a little bit quieter now,Not so eager to shout out loud,Be proud about some thing To layer it with meaning Unnecessarily, thickening what wasWith reinterpretation. Compartmentalizing what doesn’t needTo be in a box,Or on show or the focus of who I am I just am, A little bit quieter now.
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Against all odds………………………..
i got hold of the book, a dream dictionary, which he had said was probably long gone. It was tucked away , in respite care, away from over interpretation; likely in these days of misunderstanding and over analysis with the best of intention, to steady a mind , lacking constancy. He said in it in…
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Dad Moments
“Are you coming over tomorrow Splods”, my Dad asks me during our usual evening telephone call. “Yes Dad yes”, I reply. I am about to say that he knows this, as its Thursday and I always come over on a Thursday, but before I can get beyond know, he has started speaking again, “It’s just…
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Yesterday
If I looked at yesterday, it would have your face in it A reflection in today’s mirror which shines so brightly You could almost be here with Your hand raised, clenching a belt; I shook so hard that I had to have an extra-large plate of food I didn’t eat, because I was a good…
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Mum’s the word 