Monthly Archives: July 2017

The Sandman

On the foreshore of the Thames, there’s a small tidal beach which reveals it’s sandy deposits for the benefit of Sunday trippers and delighted children. Here also sits a man of advanced years, maybe eighty or more, cross-legged on a … Continue reading

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Sleep Won’t Come

I lie heavy in my bed The darkness solid round my head The bedclothes press on me like lead I shake with fear Just hollow sounds of night I hear I stare into the black I cannot see But sleep … Continue reading

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