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In this moment

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  Silence heard through the din of crickets   the serene broken only by the unseen.   A metallic flash the kingfisher’s splash   into the green. Paradise.   I have been here all my  life,   waiting for this moment.   For Derek Walcott (d. 17th March 2017). His Midsummer, Tobago inspired this poem.

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Air Mail

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Expect nothing, you said and nothing is what arrived this morning in the first post.   Nothing. Enclosed in a box ten inches by ten by ten all wrapped up in used brown paper and salvaged string.   Expect nothing, you said Not a penny if you marry that spender of misfortunes that good for nothing,…

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An idea with legs

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An idea with legs

Those who read Greyhares will know that, when out in public, I am an inveterate chatterer. The content of my chat varies, covering anything from idle chit-chat, to serious debate, to the infamous imparting of unsolicited advice. To these more traditional categories, I have just added a fourth – the ‘avuncular chat’. Here, the purpose…

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Was that a white rabbit?

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Was that a white rabbit?

It’s confession time. Earlier this year I wrote that I was a compulsive chatterbox whenever travelling on busses or trains and that I had resolved to give the habit up [Pipped at the post, Greyhares, 5 May, 2016]. I failed. My silence only lasted a few weeks and I was soon chatting again at full…

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Sharks beware

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Sharks beware

On 2nd December 2014, almost two years ago, my wife Rohan had a horrible cycling accident. That day, as she was cycling home, she was hit, and then run over, by a van [On Church Road, Greyhares, February 12, 2015]. After two months and ten operations the fractures of her pelvis had knitted, the skin grafts…

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On the breadline

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On the breadline

Autumn came a little early this year and one morning, well before sunrise, I was the solitary figure freezing outside our local bakery. I had been queuing for hours – well, more precisely 35 minutes – but had I arrived any later my mission could have been jeopardised. The story began some months beforehand when…

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To Stevie, with love

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There he was;

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Thinking inside the box

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Thinking inside the box

Forget the shenanigans that go on amongst gardeners at ground level [Divided we stand, Greyhares, 29 August 2016], there is an altogether different world a little higher up amongst the avian community. Life for the birds appears altogether easier, but they too have their problems, and in this instance I am talking about residency. With trees…

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