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Behind the gym on the non-stop route out of townand the housing estate and the light industrialawaiting a so-called ‘developer’there’s this park –..

Be a dolphin. Feel yourselfat home in the beloved waterin which you were fathered, mothered,fed, grow up, and swim with all your friends…and then one..

‘The dead man was a six-foot ex-heavyweight,funding his unpaid youth club workby working as security in a night-club;shot for gently warninga smoker..

Dear Will,How are things out there?just thought you'd like to know,that you're eleventh on the Top Poets listas of today (though I should mentionthat..

Thank you for your last message;it was good of you to writeand at such length..I’d just like to say firstas a preamblewell a short preamblelet’s say..

What have you gainedif you have not gained yourself,yourself the immortal,yourself the infinite ?What have you gainedif you have never tasted in your..

Some like to sit on fences, admire the view in safety;some are born hurdlers; .draw a line, and some minds shrink back;others can’t wait to compete..

Well we don’t know do we?You asked me to write somethingabout it and I said,I have nothing to say…maybe that’s a better place to start.So should we..

Like a sharp knifecutting through a bitter lemoninto red lips drippingthe hairdresser takes my pleasantries,chops them with a cruel hand,throws them..

to be born, cradled inan earthly view of crescent moon:a lighted small partof that hidden yet complete,awaiting a future lightfrom somewhere as a..

‘My life has been one long…cliché! …’ she sobbed.He put his sunburnedmuscular forearm fleckedwith golden hairsaround her shaking shoulders.She lifted..

The inhabitants are rightly proud –let’s take the guided tour…they show you first (they’ve never been inside,themselves.. though they know someone..

Perhaps it had arrived undercoverbetween the rich dark green leavesof the organic cabbage which fromthe huge holes in its tough outer leaveshad..

The sharp, irregular knock of woodenbrush’s shoulder against skirting-board,punctuated with the lighter tapof brush on pan, the contents neatlytapped..

At the height of sun-pressed summerthe tar on the seaside pavementstuck to the Start-Rite sandalswith a sound like half-dried glue.Gg-luck, went each..

Translators live a lifeof great blessing, and of frustration:they live uniquely in the mindof the great ones they translate – and yetare destined..

So the diminishing tribeof wild catsgot together and agreed hey times is gettin' toughwe need a strategy.Urgently; ideallya subject racewith superior..

My knees, my mind, my whole soul achesand yes a drowsy numbness stealsaround my kneecaps – it’s beena self-assembly afternoon.I’m not made for..

Here in the ivy,cupped, a light,an aery, faery thing;no artist could make better,no mother could do more;so much intelligence,so much love;every..

Read this poem only aloudread it as slowly and with such solemn dignityas if it were the whole great human racedeclaring itself to be truly greatread..

Today is that daynot on the calendar,as National Olfactory Day,but far more exciting than that:the day when scent, fragrance, smell,awoke on the warm..

reviewing one’s lifein the light of eternity andrebirth theory andthe lostcounteenth beerI’ll say this…I’ll say this…one could say –no listen I’m..

Where are the great myths of our age –hiding truth within their all too human stories?In their absence, scientific researchhas wondrous tales yet to..

The life of a ‘minor poet’, an amateur,of, say, fifty, a hundred years, ago,and long before that:a lifetime’s love of poetry;and one’s personal..

Saturday evening, the week's hired film, click-click, click-clickwhile we chewed fruit gums and shouted FOCUS!from time to time when the reel..