Monthly Archives: April 2013

Mass in B Minor

Bach left just enough room for daffodils narcissi incarnatus willow crucifixus under moonlight they slowly opened and their cool wet smell filled the room ……….  Jan Dean ……….J Advertisements

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Today I did not write a poem, I just messed about.

Store the flapjack in a flatpack keep it in a knapsack or a rucksack if you’d rather ruck than knap. Keep a tyre iron in a jacksack and don’t forget your snack pack – if you get a flat you … Continue reading

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Arevegaig

saltmarsh islands almostglow green from the air puzzle pieces set in sea the tide froths the flock retreats only the sick sheep is cut off bleats a long grey cry if she steps too far her fleece will waterlog and … Continue reading

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North West Passage

Rae found Franklin’s men all dead of course and clear evidence that in extemis they had turned cannibal Franklin’s widow demonised John Rae he never got the credit for the part he played paving the ice for Amundsen …..politics stories … Continue reading

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the money dances

it dances in its sleep parcels unwrap themselves ribbons and tape shimmy and that sleepwaltzing cash crowbarring its way now splintering packing cases frogs sing cows cry to be milked the tide comes in and fishermen bait hooks but that … Continue reading

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Ashton-Under-Lyne FE

Tech in the 60’s General Studies sent us to the library to check the bias of the headline stories nothing changes but I can’t speak for the Telegraph it wasn’t there was never there at 8 o’clock the trades came … Continue reading

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the next man in

bats with a frozen salmon his shoes shine glossy as melted caramel his laces slip like snakes into the grass and away they make the boundary before the ball spins itself into a smart 6 fielders lounge palm to ear … Continue reading

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