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Meeting Killer
Josie Trust you are well from about ten minutes ago when we last spoke Although I tried to hide Mummy dragged me around to see Aunty Doreen When we arrived I thought that she was watching a Tod Browning movie called Freaks which was made in 1932 But she was watching the Eurovision Song Contest I […]
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Eurovision Song Contest
Josie In answer to your comment I have never liked the Eurovision Song Contest as I find it very tedious. It is the bastard cousin of women’s football and just as pointless. This year’s contest will obviously be political. There is one country that I would like to see win You will know which country […]
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May at the Turner Contemporary
On the first warm day in May May Blossom travelled to May Gate She was looking For Sea Glass Near the the sea shelter She swam in the Sea Pool And walked across the beach Still damp from her recreation May/ Dry/Cotton /Dress/ Dry The Turner awaited May But she had lost her sandals They […]
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The sun was dripping warm honey
The sea mists had obscured All but the closest trees Night saturated the sun Was dripping warm honey
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The Light
The silence was shattered On a dull afternoon I was visiting you both Over tea You said Do you realise That we have Been in a relationship For over ten years Do you love each other I knew all along It was as plain as my hand The gestures the looks False adventures False relationships […]
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The Nights of Counting the Years
We hid in the illuminated shadows of our deceit Your relationships were stronger than mine But you never betrayed me not for one day I learnt a great deal about you in our isolation
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Love Letters of a Portuguese Nun
We travelled widely for over a year And felt comfortable with each other Although we are identical in many ways We just blended in or so we thought It might have remained like this Never a destination only a journey And then our father was drowned at sea We felt like we had been punished […]
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Home Thoughts
I was in Portugal for a year Teaching English as a foreign language You visited me only twice As we were trying to avoid being together But this was to no avail As we both now remember That night in Lisbon Which changed our lives
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Journey into the Night
When we realised she went travelling I had an affair with a teacher Who I had met on a cross channel ferry We were both in denial for over a year
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The Slaughterhouse of the Innocents
It pains me to see these children Being led into a blind night And told that all dawns are false These corrupt roads lead Only to the slaughterhouses