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Poetry

The Interior Life

What if the mind doesn’t like to be followed  all the time.  Every morning, the pen noting  it went here, it went there.  Maybe it’s tired  of the hand, that paparazzo in…
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If Found

On Aspects of Judaism by Salis Daiches, 1928, found by his great-granddaughter in a Wigtown bookshop, September 2012 December nineteen forty-four, the world blind…
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Exile

I am a poet exiled to fields of colour, seed words in the furrow of the brush sprout rhymed lines upon soft canvases fertilise them with pigments, make pictures grow. I am a…
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