In a Village of Many Ash Trees

Palm Sunday 2014

the clock of St. Leonard will tell only

one time. Two minutes to eight.

It’s four-thirty,

a shattered sunlight catches on

gravestones, hides names from view,

keeps the late of this parish, secret;

causes you to struggle as you read their fate

in polished marble or mis-placed lead letters.

Sad tales of...

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~~Universal Time Co-ordinated: June 30th, 2015

What will you do with your leap-second?
The precious one second adjustment
added to the final minute of this day.
The important second that holds back
earth’s drift from atomic time;
making up for the irregularities of the earth’s rotation.
The second that keeps us precise.

So, what will you do?

You could accrue the second, keep it in a...

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Old Ninth

Blod monath arrived

shrouded in mist and

winter chill.

Soon the firewood

would be stacked

and the cattle

slaughtered.

And when All Saints

and All Souls had passed,

Mischief Night gone

and even befo...

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~~You could almost smell the tea
in the moments when the jazz band played
and the chimps filled the 9” tv screens.
From then on it was the hapless Mr Shifter
and his piano, or Bond, Brooke Bond.
No one could look after the national beverage
like this guy, this spy.
Shirley Tipps would try to get organised, but find
that five minutes tea-time is a rare commodity.
Best let Al and Monkey put...

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