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John McIntosh

The Rope A saucer of milk for the holiday cat; we all know how that ends. Just so, he sits, polite and deferential, mildly gazing round to spin his sorry tale in that croaky, eloquent miaow. Oh, he knows how … Continue reading

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Sunflowers 13/08/16 On your wedding day you wanted sunflowers. Not gentle roses – pastel, suitable – but sunflowers: In the church and on the place cards, On the favours and the cake, Dazzling and exotic, they burned with livid fire, … Continue reading

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Dandelion and Burdock For Asad All across the world and down through time, Blood, soaking into earth, births flowers. This is a pattern scored deep on our skin. First blood, then flowers. Some sequence in our DNA remembers And repeatedly … Continue reading

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Our Broken Song Love came down and lit The room at parents’ night. The way the girl discreetly Leaned across and laid Her hand upon her dad’s To still his Parkinson’s. He gripped it and grew roots Into a ground … Continue reading

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Looking Away When I think about childhood, all that family Palaver seems a grim parade of fights And tears, with dumb rage bubbling below Like lava. Then her, sickening and dying; And him, drinking and sighing. Some memories come always … Continue reading

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