Sunday Sonnet
opens a page like
afternoon trees
the spaces between
blue
and beige
tomorrow this very minute
a year ago
how we bypass
like a road to the heart
gnat drift
writing to fit the
not exactly a headache
a faint breeze and breathing
means conspire
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Today, boys and girls, we’re going to look at ‘Song of the Chinchilla’ by Lisa Jarnot*. I liked the poem immediately – and I’ve given it to ...
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April Fool?
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