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I Stole a Book
Hi Mickey Hi Mickey How are you I am keeping well What is that book What book The one that you are reading Catalina Where did you find it In the bookshop on Gerard Street That is a very expensive bookshop I know Was it in the bargain bin No How did you afford it […]
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Friends of Thyme
A city of soft winds and glass shadows The kindness of a short day I am so happy here Canterbury in November (2025)
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The House of Shifting Sands
My childhood doors Had remained open Causing the sands to shift In each of our former rooms
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House of Sand
Each room was filled with fine sand The desert had invaded my former home Namibia who was short of stature Was able to touch the high ceilings
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War is Empty
Towards the end of the last war My sister was raped by a couple of blacks This totally destroyed her And she took her own life a few years later I have just published her private diaries Which have caused a great deal of controversy As she notes that her favourite form of relaxation Was […]
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Dzup
I have just fed my little cat Which is now relaxing In the early morning sun Richard visited me yesterday He brought me two books The Collected Poems Of Patrick Kavanagh & The Collected Poems Of Emily Dickinson He read some of their poems to me As I am partially sighted This was very sweet […]
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Jean-Paul Marat
I have a skin condition like Marat Which means that I have to bathe every day You have two tasks both of which are important Firstly you must ensure that I do not dry drown Or suffer a terrible fall when my body is wet Secondly you will be required to cover me with this […]
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Brâncuși
Was a Romanian sculptor and painter I have admired his work for many years For almost as long as I can remember I have collected smooth pebbles from the beach
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On Acorn Street
My poetry although read Is read in obscurity I like it that way I crave the obscurity I absolutely abhor the critics Or those who see themselves as critics I have never criticised a poem It is such a vacant occupation I would not object if it was said That I was not a poet […]
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The Decay of Concrete Walls
In coastal towns Is very common The Wind from the East Slowly destroys everything In its bitter path Nothing is spared
