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Tag Archives: poem
You reed-bed wave of gold, under still blue tacit, folded in you sleep a million hushing hushing birds. I run through: start all your words into the sky. These waking starlings shout, or murmur, let them fly. An audio version … Continue reading
Oh child on your little scooter three times you nearly had me over your mother thirty yards behind, child to whom that man was kind as he untangled you from his shin. Child, child welcome in to the world of … Continue reading
Orange dress bright paprika hot excessive colour you match my hair yes I’m going to wear you every day for the rest of my life or the rest of this year. Well, maybe not. But I am going to wear … Continue reading
I know you’re being a human, being a human being. I get that. I don’t want you being that human, being around me. And if that means I’m failing, a human failing a human failing, that’s how it is. I’m … Continue reading
With ME/CFS, sometimes I get a whole day where I wake up, go through the motions of starting my day (get dressed, make a pot of tea, feed the cats), and then I sit down … and the day just … Continue reading