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Plum Autumn
blackened, withered, split
Photo of my father 1974
I found this photo between the leaves of a book. You can still feel sadness- even after all these years
Funeral Music
Four muted trumpet notes, the sound of darkness. Out of shadows come the booted feet, the banners and the drum driving them to the graveʼs edge. Black clad choirboys give a voice to pain. Torchlight can touch a cheek, trace fear and pity in a public face, but echoes fade to silence, and the nightContinue reading “Funeral Music”
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A Terrible Fear of Cheese 