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I haven’t posted here in a while, I actually took the blog ‘private’ for a few months, after a conversation with Catherine Smith […]
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When my sister is old
I will wait at the door with flowers if she greets me at all it will be brief and cold as the Guildford […]
Invasion
It took three rows of barbed wire coiled round stakes, hammered at angles into sand and shingle. The beach packed and leaking like […]
The ups and downs of poetry submissions
Last week: issue 48 of The North failed to arrive, and when I asked for my ‘contributor’s copy’ I was told…erm… you’re not […]
River Ouse, Rodmell, 1941
The first she prises out, clenched in bindweed: reluctance adds to its appeal. And there: not so large as to burst pockets, several […]