Late forties

We never thought of how smart we were or where life would lead us as long as it liked us and then the baby was born, scorn and derision a black and white commercial a break from the tedium and talking of them we couldn’t be them when we were too busy being us. The…

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Six to sixty

They must be ‘growing pains” said the Doctor to me I limped out of the surgery unhappily. What does he know about what I can grow and how tall I’ll be? he treats pimples and sprains colds and chilblains what does he know about growing up pains?…

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Capsule

Deep excavation. a warning by the administration ‘ keep clear ‘ No one wants to see a be a fallen angel. I am encouraged by those who try to heed the word, Through the slits of my eyes where each morning cries to enter, resenting me a breathing space between the night and the dawning…

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Account closed

I’m thinking that, ‘born under a gooseberry bush’ don’t cut the mustard anymore anyway why a gooseberry bush and  why not a cherry tree? it flummoxes me, but truly I’d prefer to be born under the old chestnut tree where chestnuts would rain down on me and brown squirrels can squirrel me away to the future…

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The harvest

The stone against stone that grinds and is blown as grit upon the shore where the sea asks and gives more and the land takes and the grit makes… ..on the beach we teach our children how dangerous the sea is, how deep as if we knew and how do we keep our children safe?…

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