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Egg Yolk and Blue Biro - a collection of poems
Chris on Souncloud
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Tuesday, 10 August 2021
Chinese Lantern
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It seemed appropriate. You were going. You had always loved them so we made one in the afternoon, from tissue paper and fine wire. At seven...
Tuesday, 3 August 2021
Of paint and passion
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At the party of a friend one night, Geraldine was wooed and seduced by a painter. She was drawn to his muscular physique, his dark brown be...
Monday, 27 July 2020
Let Me Die In The Morning-time
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Let me die in the morning-time before the day has complicated things and let it be now, in early spring while the soil is warming and the s...
Home and Away
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“We’re thinking, Dad... We’re thinking of moving.” Christine watched her father’s hands as he washed the cups. Suds clung to his fingers as...
Monday, 25 May 2020
In dreams I can fly
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In dreams I can fly it is simple enough a tightening of muscle a shortening of sinew a concentration of blood there is no frantic flapp...
Sunday, 24 May 2020
Verdant Mist
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It was four days after the funeral that the paint arrived. Verdant Mist. Cherie had ordered it from Bardle's, the specialist suppli...
In Place Of Sorrow
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In place of sorrow he grew a crust of incivility, a shell of resentment that most whom he encountered found difficult to navigate and ult...
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