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We are bright moons reflected in other people’s skies

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My latest musings

Beyond the pale

Her skin is too pale to be written,Her sexual proclivities,Warrant no words.Unheard are the sounds of her birth,Untraceable her origin on earth.She bears no labels,She wears no tags.Her anonymity is commonplace.Are we missing something?

Walk the Dales with Manley Hopkins

Brown are the winter downed mounds of Ling,Down and brown like the tumbling Meadow Pipit’s.Ground bound these players of hide and seek.More easily spied when they speak,Than when they move, than when they fly,Trying then to avoid predacious eyes,Borne high and wide on wider wings.Best to be quiet, best not to sing. Stone walls lie…

In the name of

They’re killing the kids againIt’s a right enshrined in law.They’re killing the kids again,Because they won the independence war,They’re killing the kids again,In the name of God-given rights.They’re killing the kids again,Blasting school days into nights.They’re killing the kids again,In the name of self-defence.They’re killing the kids again,And it makes no bloody sense.They’re killing the…

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