Monthly Archives: January 2016

Alan Rickman reads this poem in Truely Madly Deeply

THE DEAD WOMAN (after Neruda) My love, I shall live on when you are gone. I hate to say it. Out there in your night I would be silent. And there is the fight Blacks beaten men in prison. When … Continue reading

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Here is a very long autobiographical poem which is amazingly triggery because it’s about owning and dealing with a bit of my past that includes abuse and cathartic partial revenge. I was a very bratty twelve-year old. My then best … Continue reading

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I wish this were not my job

DAVID BOWIE We danced. He played. We listened. Down the years he changed remade himself. The music throb changes remains. It is the artist’s job to be chameleon. He’s dead. Our tears are for ourselves and how he helped us … Continue reading

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