“Awakening Chaos: Discover the Hidden Rhythms of School Mornings in Roy Pullam’s Poignant Poem”
I lay in my bed Sinking in the feather down The cover High on my…
I lay in my bed Sinking in the feather down The cover High on my…
She survived on a “Children’s Transport” to England. But the memory of her mother’s panicked…
Where have you gone once tender and resilient voice of community – Where have your…
Your Breadcrumbs… Led me nowhere nice or pleasant… but, there Is wisdom in this, for…
He cupped his hands Around the flames of a kitchen match Large, hairy knuckles With…
Your face has changed From 13 to 40 You have filled The demand of adulthood…
Every wind dust-thick The air is green Of tree green Grass green Grey green death.…
He fills his sails With his own wind Such self-promotion Such self-importance I did not…
My eyes recorded things My memory won’t let go The pain in my father’s eyes…
Auspicious stars meeting on Orange Groveprove a self-fulfilling prophesy mum right.Everything falls into place shattering…
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