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And if it snowed and snow covered… he took a spade and tossed it to o… And always tucked his daughter up… And slippered her the one time tha… And every week he tipped up half h…
To the Metropolitan Police Force… the asylum gates are locked and ch… by wandering thoughts and the clos… So from San Francisco, patron cit… I scribble this note, having overs…
Just how it came to rest where it… miles out, miles from the last far… was a fair question. Dropped by hu… or aeroplane perhaps for some reas… put down as a cairn or marker, the…
The future was a beautiful place,… Remember the full-blown balsa-wood… on public display in the Civic Ha… The ring-bound sketches, artists’… blueprints of smoked glass and tub…
The sun comes like a head through last night’s turtleneck. A pigeon in the yard turns tail and offers me a card. Any card. From pillar to post, a pantomime
We went out into the school yard together, me… whose name and face I don’t remember. We were testing… of the human voice:
I am very bothered when I think of the bad things I have done in m… Not least that time in the chemist… when I held a pair of scissors by… and played the handles
“Which of these films was Dirk Bo… not in? One hundredweight of bauxi… makes how much aluminium? how many tales in ‘The Decameron’… General Studies, the upper sixth,…
Which reminds me. He appeared at noon, asking for water. He’d wa… after losing his job, leaving me a… and locking his dog in the coal bu… We made him a bed
It seemed an unlikely match. All… grinding its teeth in a plastic sl… nose-down from a hook in the darkr… under the hatch in the floor. When… it knocked back a quarter-pint of…
Compiling this landmark anthology… about dogs and musical instruments… To date, I have only, “On the De… Killed by a Falling Piano,” a som… True, an Aeolian harp whispers al…
Five pounds fifty in change, exact… a library card on its date of expi… A postcard stamped, unwritten, but franked, a pocket size diary slashed with a…
It is not through weeping, but all evening the pale blue eye on your most photogenic side has k… its own unfathomable tide. Like th… at the dyke I have been there:
Eight-year-old sitting in Bramhal… shoes scuffed from kicking a stone… too young for a key but old enough… to walk the short mile back from s… You’ve spied your mother down in t…
Anyone here had a go at themselves for a laugh? Anyone opened their w… with a blade in the bath? Those in… at the back, listen hard. Those at… in the know, those of us who have,…