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Elliot Browning Counts the Stars
Elliot Browning counted the stars and wondered why so many inhibited life Geraldine Browning considered that the tea leaves left in her cup were the real universe. She thought that the saturated leaves contained many varieties of life whose movement could not be seen by the naked eye and that was why they appeared to […]
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From Modern Town Planning by Uncle Jacques
On the western side of the town where I live and work there is an area which was once considered very desirable. I will call this area Shepherd’s Park as today it does not really have a name. It is still full of Victorian houses many of which can be seen from the main road […]
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The Traincrasheroes of Lebanon Count Magic Flowerpots
The Revenge of Prosperous P Prosperous P hated his girlfriend Ministry being called Ministry M. This was the name that most people used He was planning his revenge Art Winifred was heavily into body painting and liked nothing better that to have her body be used as a canvas Tim-Tim often amused Winifred by using […]
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Savernake Forest (Winter)
In the sad slip woods nothing moved The January mists stirred above the trees But the damp leaves that covered the forest paths Remained still in the grey stiffness of the day The clearance fields retained The bleakness of the month As did the nearby hills Hidden in their distance All creatures were awaiting […]
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The Light Behind the Altar
Behind the altar a small candle flickered almost unseen Its soft light slowly illuminated the figures nearby Which had previously been hidden A baby white hidden in its mother’s arms looked at me and whispered Come and See Come and See Suddenly the small candle became so bright that it lit up the whole church […]
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The Judas Box
He lies there in a fine box with ornate handles and is carried into the church Hayhoyeaho His wife who is not dressed in black lets me sniff her perfumed bouquet Hayhoyeaho It is sweet and sticky and excites my senses. I pluck a single flower and dance quietly around the font Hayhoyeaho A single […]
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From King Henry the Eighth by Pascal Pascale
Anne was sitting by the widow of the tower designed by May The flat-lands extended for as far as she could see and she waved to passing travellers who were making their way into the featureless countryside They always waved back The tower was a landmark and could be seen for miles even on the […]
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The War Poetry of Oswald Berring
Enfield in Love He sits there smiling But his bloodied teeth Tell all who pass That he was betrayed By his first kiss Lucy Brings a Lamp I want to see your face Lucy And know That when my nightmares cease Your love will cover me The Hideous Church Twenty years ago I […]
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In This The Most English of Counties (fragments)
In the November of 1938 John Trevelyan visited Folkestone in Kent to say farewell to his school friend Oswald Berring who had suffered a stroke. Berring actually died on the day of Trevelyan’s arrival and this hit the sensitive poet hard and he stayed in the county until early December when his beloved Margot came […]
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Living Apart
Broad Hinton and Annie were taking tea on the open pier “I feel that we will be buried apart” Hinton said staring out to sea “Why do you think that?” Hinton did not immediately answer and because of the vacuum created Annie did not pursue her question As the temperatures were dropping rapidly a pink […]