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she is worn by vigil wearied by grief the heavy silence broken only by the platitudes and condolences that fall from my lips, a softly spok..

we were little more than collateral from the battlefield of your marriage. Fragmented shell shocked beings muted by all we had witnessed. ..

For my brother

The powercuts of 70's Britain

She practices the route each day at four, or so she imagines the face of the town clock having long since melted, numbers run..

It is our last night on the beach tomorrow we will pack up and return to the real world and you, you will head to college, ..

Walk a mile in my shoes, if you can get them to fit you, size five trainers with fluorescent pink line, they pinch at the toe and with in..

or how 'not' to celebrate a royal wedding

mis spent youth

a poem about classroom love, we were ten and I thought the world revolved around him