Friday, January 18, 2019

Spare poems going cheap

Breda Rainey


Breda Rainey you would
hammock in the rainy box
chaps sodden from the night dew.

Breda Rainey you wear
tiny leaves of the hedgerow
in your hair.

Breda Rainey you are,
though you heave a pushchair,
forever garlanded in box.

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The Weight of Words


The number of all the raindrops that have ever fallen on England
raised to the birth cries of every child ever born
times the sobs of every unrequited lover since Eden
plus all the flakes of snow that ever fell on Japan,
in words,
would not outweigh a pinch of cotton
as would make a pillow for a dormouse.

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Canal of Days


Life is a canal, on which we are narrow boats
with no reverse gear.
Each night, each sleep, is a lock.
We enter the lock and the water of yesterday is released,
till we emerge into tomorrow, to another gated day.
Behind us and above that again,
lie the days gone by. Ahead, only today,
its prospect, its gate, its fall.
Gone the hundreds, hail the one.

Oh lucky swans!

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Saturday, January 05, 2019

Superb John Prine session w/ Gordon Lightfoot in the room



Great atmosphere, anecdotes, wonderful songs and a brilliant performance.
And it must be said, "not a dry eye in the house." "Laughter through tears."

Friday, January 04, 2019

Ebikery redux

Tuesday, January 01, 2019

Police appeal: Murder of Jason Isaacs