I woke up at a weirdly early hour this morning…
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Each other’s arms (a poem)
I was working on the e-book editions of my new collection, so I did not write very much yesterday…
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Conflicted (a poem)
Some memories come back at the strangest times…
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Happy for the day (a poem)
I was doing other stuff, so this was all I wrote yesterday…
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The third day of rain (a poem)
Giving in to the autumnal cast of the last few days…
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At the Couth Buzzard on Sunday morning after the storm (a poem)
After my late morning cup of coffee…
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‘The children are our future’ (a poem)
Thinking a bit this morning about that well-worn phrase of songwriters and politicians alike…
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Where would you like to go? (a poem)
One of several new poems from today.
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Autobiography is hard (a poem)
I spent a good chunk of yesterday working on a short bio to put in a CV I am preparing for a grant application, so I ended up not writing anything else except this. It’s a bit rough, but I won’t have time to edit until later…
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P.O.V. (a poem)
Sometimes…
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