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Raymond Miller

Backward At seven they reckon you’re too old for adoption. And I look on your head so underwhelming and lost within that bicycle helmet, behind peers four years in letters and numbers; your inside out and backward dress patterned with … Continue reading

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What Am I Knitting? Last night I dreamt on a soiled mattress and woke as Mrs Somebody-or-Other, wearing this hat and second-hand clothing, throat stuck with unfamiliar language. A stuffed and bandaged museum exhibit, temples throbbing to the Boom-Boom-Boom, tuning … Continue reading

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The Gaffer He knew the score and stated suicide is like hanging up your boots when the season is early doors. It’s going to ground too soon, not waiting for the whistle and refusing to play through the pain barrier … Continue reading

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stairs talk man we know each other good long time had ups and downs i see you grow from small to taller every day since early steps just you and lady racing over me together almost falling in your urgent … Continue reading

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Delusions We were Care in the Community. A ward and its inhabitants plucked from a Victorian conservatory, poked inside a three storey cupboard, next door to a bridal shop and opposite the mug and murder park. None of our twelve … Continue reading

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I Live Over There Past houses where spouses are spitting at children and satellite dishes are marks of distinction; where villainous vermin shadow-box curtains and takeaway cartons bespatter the gardens; where nobody bothers to pick up the dog shit while … Continue reading

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Good Men Have Bad Dreams according to Jewish scripture. They aren’t signs of ill health (I assure myself) but a necessary safety valve. In these pictures born of repression is there a lesson to be drawn, a symmetry to form? … Continue reading

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