coming down
All of it
Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy… Continue reading
arrears
round here they empty their living-rooms onto the street Continue reading
dancing before the cameras once more
his words were the same muddle of sentiment,
self-aggrandisement and revisionism
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pathetic beach fallacy
what is the word for
when the sea is a grey green sheet
breaking in resonant waves Continue reading
still Sunday morning
waking with the self (still)
an unanswered alarm raucous
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