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The Altoids Tin: March 2011
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Monday, 21 March 2011. I kissed you in the sign of the cross. Sipping your herbal tea,. You stood in a checked shirt,. The steam from your cup. Misting your glasses slightly. What I admired was your stillness,. Like an undisturbed pool of water. And your voice, as soft and comforting. As the silence in a cathedral. With barely a sound or motion. You commanded the devotion. Of my eyes, ears and mind. I was yours and we had only just met. Underneath a humming fluorescent light. Was the only question I had.
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The Altoids Tin: June 2009
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Thursday, 25 June 2009. Greenfly in an altoids tin filled with train tickets. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Leeds/Hull, United Kingdom. Musician, poet, and photographer of sorts. I'm a bit simple, to be honest. View my complete profile. The Great British Bake Off Episode 1 - A Commentary. The Debating House of the Mind. Review: Ali McGregor's Late-Nite Variety-Nite Night. Long Way Home: East Hull to the Far East. A Day With Kei. Part 1. Greenfly in an altoids tin filled with train tick.
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The Altoids Tin: August 2011
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Sunday, 28 August 2011. Haven't posted on here in a while, mainly because I can't write. This is the only poem I've written all year that I've been remotely happy with, so here you go. Though practically a grown man,. I scurried from the bathroom. Across the landing and into bed. With the blanket from the radiator. And while I slept, he died,. The brightness knocked out. Of his eyes forever. By some component of a car. Last night, outside my window,. A bird announced the arrival of spring,.
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The Altoids Tin
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Sunday, 28 August 2011. Haven't posted on here in a while, mainly because I can't write. This is the only poem I've written all year that I've been remotely happy with, so here you go. Though practically a grown man,. I scurried from the bathroom. Across the landing and into bed. With the blanket from the radiator. And while I slept, he died,. The brightness knocked out. Of his eyes forever. By some component of a car. Last night, outside my window,. A bird announced the arrival of spring,.
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The Altoids Tin: Poems [2010]
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Monday, 21 March 2011. I kissed you in the sign of the cross. Sipping your herbal tea,. You stood in a checked shirt,. The steam from your cup. Misting your glasses slightly. What I admired was your stillness,. Like an undisturbed pool of water. And your voice, as soft and comforting. As the silence in a cathedral. With barely a sound or motion. You commanded the devotion. Of my eyes, ears and mind. I was yours and we had only just met. Underneath a humming fluorescent light. Was the only question I had.
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The Altoids Tin
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Thursday, 25 June 2009. Greenfly in an altoids tin filled with train tickets. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Leeds/Hull, United Kingdom. Musician, poet, and photographer of sorts. I'm a bit simple, to be honest. View my complete profile. The Great British Bake Off Episode 1 - A Commentary. The Debating House of the Mind. Review: Ali McGregor's Late-Nite Variety-Nite Night. Long Way Home: East Hull to the Far East. A Day With Kei. Part 1. Greenfly in an altoids tin filled with train tick.