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Bella – a purrfect girl

Bella, small and beautiful Bella, a reminder of two weeks in Italy I had a photo of you and your brother, in my wallet during that holiday, and you came to live with me upon my return. You were always…

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A Poem for Nellie

Nellie Jefferys glamour puss. Nellie Jefferys and your two and three-quarter legs you made our then five and three-quarter total of cats, complete. With your two and three-quarter legs. Free climbing was your thing (and you were good at it)…

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First Sense of the Season

First Sense of the Season Misty mornings of August days. Curled leaves lie in the gutter With fallen conkers, shells split Bunches of elderberries, squashed a cushed, fermented smell that lingers in the still, fresh, air. A day of muted…

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Ghosts in the Woods

Barney and Emily run, shrieking through the woodland. Plimsoled feet through the dry, leafy floor. Carol sits with her Sony Walkman under the tree with the initials and dates carved into its stretched sides. Hugo talks maths puzzles with the…

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We are the same / but I am different

Silent Voices: A Selection of Poems Written by Those Not Always Heard by Jo Allmond (Editor), Joy Thomas (Editor) This is quite simply an outstanding anthology of poetry however you look at it. Every poem had me gripping the page…

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Giving Voice to the Silent

On Saturday I took part for the second time, as author and panellist, at the 3rd Hawkesbury Upton Literary Festival. I reprised my role from last year for the talk on Writing About Difference. This is a discussion that, just…

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A Poem A Day

It has been a longheld resolution to read more poetry, but it is an ambition for whatever reason I find really hard. In all honesty, whilst I consume novels and stories with a passion, I do find it hard to…

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Composed on the bus

Disengagement (of the modern world) Scroll down Swipe left Swipe right. Scroll down and back. Missed announcement, Not even a like, or a comment. Friends’ news? Did you really, even read it? Scroll down wry smile if we’re lucky. Most…

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There once was a chicken called Wiggy

Wiggy You were not our first hen, but you were our oldest lady. One of the girls. Your eggs they were not the biggest Indeed, they were the smallest of the small. Perfect blue, with the creamiest yolkiest yellowist tastiest…

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Lucy and Luke’s wedding

Emma and I have just got back from a very nice day at Cogges Manor Farm, celebrating the wedding of two very good friends, Lucy and Luke. From the detailed, hand-illustrated, invitations we always knew that the day was going…

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The Occasional Poet

Whenever I start a new notebook to jot down my writing notes there comes first a period where I have to transcribe bits and pieces across from the old to the new. I have quite a collection of truly interesting story…

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A Poem for National Poetry Day

The Oxford Brookes Poetry Centre asked people recently to share their favourite poems today. As with all favourite and best-of lists I find it very hard to choose. What strikes with you in one circumstance may not be right in…

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On National Poetry Day

A Day for Poetry There is a time and a place a thought; a feeling; an emotion when there is no other way to say it. It can be for sorrow and grief joy and exultation when politics angers you…

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