The Barley Mow

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A languid late summer evening. Drinking urban cider ‘neath gently breathing trees by the Barley Mow. We speak of God and goings-on in the green-room at the Marriott, whose illuminated sign shines blood-red over unfashionably matte graves (Shalom!). Both of … Continue reading

Radiogram

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Words from a half-forgotten past: “radiogram”. Appearing in an English translation of Solzhenitsyn’s “Matryona’s House”. I half-remember those pieces of furniture with a grille at one end from which the sound escaped. Lifting the lid on its metal stay, one … Continue reading

Event

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We stood beside the harbour The light was low and phosphorescent Across the reach of sea and sky something happened Unnatural and alien Crashing through the scene like butcher’s knife through masterpiece Slashed from top to bottom Too quick for … Continue reading

Bake-off

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“What are you watching?” “It’s just a daft programme.” “What are they doing?” “They’re baking.” “Why?” “No reason. It’s just entertainment.” “Is it?” “Yes. Well it’s meant to be. – It’s not so bad really. Just something to switch off … Continue reading