tea with Anushka

tea with Anushka I was summoned to tea with Anushka she is a dedicated collector of culture, haunting antique bookshops ‘liberating’ volumes of art, music, poetry, philosophy, to sit gathering dust in her private library discreet vans turn up from time to time her treasures are labelled, documented, and packed for return to whence they came Anushka has shelves to […]

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LOSS
Picked

  Loss Her mind was once a treasury                    of memories and learning. She taught classics to a generation, knew the Romans and the Greeks, knew each bird by name and feather and every weed and wildflower was stored with love and labelled in her mind, retrievable by Latin name or old man’s beard, forget me not, snapdragon , cuckoo pint […]

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bags of bones

bags of bones   bags of bones in parchment skin he is bald – she wears a wig to cover chemo ravaging    the wheelchair rattles market cobbles earth spills from pots of hardy annuals badly balanced on her lap    ‘watch out! that lorry!’ ‘I ain’t blind yet, mother’  (his cornea transplant is long overdue)    ‘careful! mind the […]

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Flack Chuckers!

In a despondent moment. Well, I’m allowed.                       Like lambs to the slaughter they stumble on, signs aloft, believing they can cause change to the valleys, to the fields, the beaches, the cities, the flack chuckers. But the flack chuckers laugh inwardly like demented demons, for they have found bliss […]

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another little piece of my heart

another little piece of my heart   the night porter ignored the girl creeping with me from the cheap hotel – he’s seen it all before   her cheeks are streaked with run mascara she’s wearing golden lame pants bandeau boob tube, crotchless knickers, and shivering against the cold –   I’m dressed right for early strolls   “John, you […]

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