I wrote this piece while I was caring for my identical twin brother, following major surgery. Nearly everything you may have heard about identical twins is true.



The pain of being is not mine, but

my brother's. He cries and howls the Midnight

down into uneasy drowse

as the daylight lifts his covers

over swelling clouds of hurt.

Breaking, I balm him a little,

while police sirens whistle over the outer darkness

on roads beyond the skies.


A man of visceral heart, he lies

in the shaded courtyards of our parallel lives,

waiting, anticipating new ways of living

in sun-hammered sandgrounds

and billowing, oaken uplands; finding,

no doubt, familias where no such genus dwells,

in either world.


This man of courage reaches towards

new remembrances, uttering sounds which soon

I will not hear, but feel

through vibrations in bone,

at home, a place brittle with unended finality,

stretched beneath fine rain showers.


Ahead, I see the beckoning loom of a northern light.


Chris Hubbard




◄ The City of God

The Mirror ►


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Chris Hubbard

Mon 15th Jan 2018 03:07

Thank you so much Martin. I do subscribe to the view that, as poets, it helps immensely when a poem's focus is close to one's heart and one the poet has experienced. Our work gains clarity and empathy thereby, and hopefully communicates a personal experience in ways readers can process from their own lives.

Best wishes,

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Chris Hubbard

Mon 15th Jan 2018 02:56

Hi Leon,

I'm so pleased to hear that I was able to help you in a small way at such a time.

All the very best for the future,

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Chris Hubbard

Mon 15th Jan 2018 02:23

Hi David,
Thank you sincerely. My twin brother (Paul) is fully recovered and back to good health. Crises such as this one seem to bring forward things about one's self that we are often only dimly aware of.



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Martin Elder

Sun 14th Jan 2018 14:32

As has been said this is a beautiful and heartfelt piece.

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Sun 14th Jan 2018 11:14

very very moving Chris.

My thanks also for sharing and inspiring me to write one on behalf of my long lost (special needs) sister about whom
I have only a few days ago been given the news by the Salvation Army people finding service that she has passed away a year ago.

The consolation is that she is at peace and my mind can now stop running riot about her.

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David Taylor-Jones

Sun 14th Jan 2018 08:19

That's beautifully intimate Chris, thank you for sharing it

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