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Lost in Stockholm
It should have been easy. I’d been near there a hundred times but there was something about the day that turned everything on it’s head The wheel fell off the tram. I waited an hour for another one which didn’t come. Resigned to being late I waited some more and then walked along the shores […]
Second tree on the left halfway up the field behind the undertaker’s house
Second tree on the left halfway up the field behind the undertaker’s house is a sycamore, they say, scorched black there are many legal things one can do with a still after the caravan caught fire including fuelling cars as well as extracting essential oils from plants and spattered all the little helicopters […]
Nant-y-Ne
Nant-y-Ne A white speck at the far end of a long field beneath the mountain with, high on the skyline, the ruined tower. You could spot it as we ground up the lane in low gear, weekends and holidays during our childhood. Its whitewashed face caught the sun, two dormer windows eyebrowed little eyes, a […]
Snapshot
You can see us all in the photograph the stripy busy bee still talking the red-laced late and ready to get away early the one who always looks away but sees everything the carrying something for somebody else and making it look difficult the eager to be in the middle with both elbows the head […]
Foreigners
The Russian trundles a wooden barrow through East End streets. I sit astride a hundred watches as down the narrow alley ways to Petticoat Lane, we ride the jarring cobbles. I remember my zada’s look of quiet pride. He lives with booba Sarah’s temper, their house a brick link on a bend opposite the church […]
Day 5. Yes, there, that exact location.
Read this poem by August Kleinzahler: http://www.poetryarchive.org/poem/east-library-across-odd-fellows-building Draft a poem about a location… be exact.