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Mammoth Tasks, Or – Why The Mammoth Became Extinct.

Eat grass. Eat more grass. Rub tusks on tree trunk. Eat grass. Make huge hairy trumpeting noise With my lovely mammoth trunk – Attract beautiful lady mammoth Make mammoth music together, Make baby mammoths, So that mammoth kind will never … Continue reading

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What to do when everything tastes of stupid.

all the soup in this place    ………..is vaguely tan no matter what they call it   ………it tastes of swede stretched overheads?         …………a cook who can’t? I give it a wide berth       … Continue reading

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Inconsequential events in Sidmouth

because I was not wearing my glasses I thought it said the proper way to eat a frog because I was not wearing my glasses the coins slipped into a not slot     and rolled and rolled and there was … Continue reading

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Expertise

he asserts his superior knowledge           of the city steps suddenly from the kerb                …veers  ……..brisk into unexpected                                           cut-throughs I swerve a step behind                                hop step a catch-up I assert … Continue reading

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sheltering

we are eating unplanned cake in a teashop steaming with wet overcoats each butter yellow crumb’s a structure unexpectedly complex            magnified they could be Aztec fragments …………………..honeycomb chunks of reef …………………..crystal structures of some precious metal black umbrellas in the … Continue reading

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Pig Crazy

long time back – not brother pig time – way back mother-mother pig time was forest………….mountain pig knows remembers mists silences here…. now…. noise brought us here little easy steps first: fence posts….. scratch as good as oaks herd boy … Continue reading

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Best before

Today’s poem springs from things seen and heard this morning. Best before Rhubarb and mango chutney square bottle gold lid under the ingredients list it says best before May 2913. I admire the precision of that ‘May’ wonder what happens … Continue reading

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