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A smack, a yell, I am alive. I am the past, the present, the future, Here to soar high with the eagles, dive deep with the whales. I fly on the wings of words and ideas, ancient and modern Call … Continue reading
For someone who can’t write poetry to save their life, there’s nothing like hearing a poet reading their own work and so I’m delighted that this afternoon I’m off to hear Joy Winkler reading from Stolen Rowan Berries, her latest … Continue reading
Outside the kitchen window a trespassing cat behaves nervously. A dog fox, large, healthy, and red, trots past. Aloof. Athletic. Hurdler, it clears the garden fence. The world stands still. Behind me, the porridge boils over.
Now Jenny is a redhead I said I want her in my bed She said to me now play it cool She wouldn’t break her golden rule That she wouldn’t come to my bed Until we were properly wed. I … Continue reading
Dear Gloria, I am attractive, healthy and single and in my early twenties, but my partner of six months is suggesting we give up sex for Lent. Do I find someone else? I think maybe we should abstain? Please help. … Continue reading