They came

from out of nowhere

this morning,

before I rose,

half alseep,

for some reason,

hazy memories

of my sixteen-year-old

or thereabouts self

swam through

my sleep-slow mind

and suddenly,

focused on his face,

I remembered

his wiry hair,

clear as a bell,

I remembered his face,

his angry, waspish

bespectacled face.

I hadn’t properl...

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Until sweet sleep washes over you

And you allow it to carry you away

Peacefully surrendering to the tide

Abandoning your body...

You drift from the bay

Falling under the lapping waves

Deeper and deeper into calming darkness

Letting go and forgetting

At the very same time

Until eyes open like the shore

Crashing onto the rocks

And sun expands across you

Placing yo...

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Scarborough Sleeps

Distant church bells probe fretted air, where

Roof top gulls roost, wrapped in feathery cloaks.

Shivering clouds sob mournfully about everyone’s panes, and a

Hibernating town huddles under a grey blanket.

Shuttered shop fronts rattle their complaints,

Shared only by a spiteful wind that patrols dark doorways.

Customers long departed to foreign part...

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