FRIDAY 13TH, PARIS

  In the supermarket on Saturday in the 14th,  on the 14th, in numb November, in Paris, their Paris, our Paris, my Paris, people push grief  in comfortless trolleys  down shadowed aisles  of silence, strangers claiming their spaces in solidarity, in queues  of slow moving sorrow, seeing shadow in places  where once there was light,  […]

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MUSICAL NYMPH

A blonde little child Wearing big girls shoes With eyes that were eager To pick out life’s clues. Playing her music To brighten the room, All Mitchell in styling And sweet to the tune. A flatmate, a friend, A flourishing fool, A daring disaster All crazy and cool. Pure in her spirit And swanlike in […]

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