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Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

The ghost of William Shakespeare to a pupil who accidentally conjures him whilst frantically writing an essay at 3 o’clock in the morning: “Don’t wrap me up in the chains of your poxy writing frames or pick at my remains … Continue reading

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A Wave

     A Wave I look down at the line that the tide has left, darkening the pebbles as it retreats back into its unlocked line of defence. The dry stones are almost white, salt bleached, amnesiac. The wet ones … Continue reading

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