I made dinner at 10:30 tonight.

Fried Kielbasa, macaroni and cheese, cinnamon applesauce, and 

buttermilk biscuits. It’s what I always eat when I’m missing home. 

I had everything finished and on the table, except for the biscuits.

I never remember to start them ahead of time.

So, I waited— watching them impatiently through the window in the oven door, 

and I could hear...

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Shooting through the greenery
I lovingly eye our reflections 
as they flicker in the glass
of a Bruges-bound train
Your fingers knit silently into mine
warm in your woozy dreaming

On a dirt track headed for Hanoi
behind me on the motor bike
cutting through a tall tapestry of trees
my heartbeat lost beneath the engine
Twisting the throttle so instinctively
as you steal a kiss over my s...

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in my cupboards

skeletons hang

still mouths strangers to the songs they sang

I take them out

bone-dry and hoar

wan skulls shorn of the locks they wore

pelvic sculptures

sharp as a blade

silent shrines to hectic love they made

bereft of flesh

that lit my fire

no lithe joints but threads of thin wire

hot tears drop on

memories clean,

pick...

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If you can find your way back here
let’s meet
under the old whale bones
this place that we each love
Where we look out to sea
or back towards the sleeping town

One day, we’ll stand together
and unbeknownst to us
it will be
for the last time in our lives

Whichever of us, must go first
let’s make a promise to meet again
under the old whale bones
Hearts filled with feeling
and the b...

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aghast, I'd not seen her for ages

a ghost of love my mind engages

but fate had turned cruel pages

beauty once soared from these features

hottest among human creatures

Nefertiti of love's teachers

still young, my experience rare

she'd flown me gently to her lair

the first woman I witnessed bare

two hawks preen on a pyramid

pecking morsels of new killed k...

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from a broken past its pining

a voice never far from whining

for her there's no silver lining

still has long lists of her goodbyes

kept a record of all their lies

hot tears bubble in her red eyes

a rip in an embroidered sheet

dust under other peoples' feet

why couldn't life be safe and neat?

if only she'd learned better tricks

how to absorb life's bitte...

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Before the demolition

Turned my old Street

Into rubble

I went to steal some memories

Of our laughter & our struggle

I went to hopscotch down

The chalk lines of the past

Play tag with the echoes

Of ones who didn't last

Time had aged the street

Like a persons face too old

It wore the strain of many toils

From the ending of 'black gold'

I wal...

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Back in the day  guitar and bus fare 

Did someone say party ? Daves like "im ther"

Double trouble here's our Dave and Laura 

Double the fun Double bright Aura 

Brown brogue style boots cardigans long mac's 

Pin stripe shirts and corduroy slacks 

Tortoise shell glasses and bold colour socks

Stylish beyond.. vintage dave rocks

Musical man loved much by all

Tradit...

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through a window I rewind my life

the words I never seemed to utter

dreams that turned to piles of dust

it's better to pull down the shutter

that's the woman I didn't marry, a

love affair left to wither and stutter

her tears fall like rain in the street

it's better to pull down the shutter

sins of youth that seemed so bland

echo down the hot concrete gutter

...

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Picking you up to go driving
I’d get there early to watch you get ready
both seventeen and tangled
in that unspoken thing between us
Cruising the looping country lanes
in those dim headlight beams
That was our place, alone together at last
Two teenagers, eyeing each other sideways
and wondering who each of us would be
would you always stay right there
would you always be
in the car with...

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a bad lady's fallen down,

I bend to tender succour,

lean, quite ravaged now,

she used to be a looker

rheumy eye meets mine

sees me for an old lover

I ring for an ambulance

my raincoat for a cover

beyond speech, staring,

I stroke her grimy hand,

crowd standing apart, a

motley but curious band

she tries to speak, but

uttering merely tears,

tho...

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His words could become sharp as corners

And trap you there

Flailing in his grasp

They could pinch your skin

Until you cried

And cried

Throughout your shifts

They could catch your wrists and stop you

From moving on

From moving

They could lock the doors, no leaving

They could shame you and shrink you

They could come flying in from an open window,

A buzzing phon...

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SMASH!

Every time the glass of your skull

Crashes into the fist of another memory

To crush you where you stand

Because another memory has broken you

Because another memory has entered you

Like intruders, they force their way inside

They punch their way into your attention

They invade your heart

Until you must look at them

All so that they can violate you again

They...

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In the lonesome backwoods behind our vintage house

We buried our souls deep just to have ghosts around.

But phantoms, they startle, howl, scream and weep

Way past their bedtimes because the night doesn’t seep

Into their cavities where they safeguard our souls,

Still glowering in caskets of gold.

And that’s what they’ll ever be-

Fossilized memories,

Vessels of love...

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We will once again smell that hot humid air

As we descend below the suns glare.

Those warm beaches of foreign lands,

Where our feet dissolve into the golden sands.

We will once again step into this evanescent reality,

And treasure its timeless beauty

Scaling the towering peaks

Capturing moments as we speak,

We will once again canoe down a meandering river,

Trea...

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Back seat kisses, 

backyard volleyball,

barbecues, 

long walks in the woods, 

sunbathing on the beach, 

smiling, laughing,

talking for hours, 

holding hands, 

slow dancing to George Straight songs,

making love until dawn, 

falling asleep in each other’s arms...

Filtered memories, 

behind the sheer curtain of my mind,

or fantasies, 

found in a bottle

of ...

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