Tag: Love
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In the Morgue with My Daughter
“Say it out loud”. I spent quite a while, swimming in drink, tied to the house like a wheel on which I was slowly being broken. Writing fiction means drawing on your life from time to time. I’d been writing a short story about a mortician. I took a break and I was back at…
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Of Love Splendour
All the shapes are transparentCompared with that beauty, beauteousnessAll the stars are well behavedExploding in monstrous timeThe real time.So violent and tender.Celebrated passing youthIt did, right, proper in the fight, fightingThe impractice of sea birthOur world belongingTo all elseOf love splendour.Every age is concurrentWhen seen from the glow of angelsEvery planet trusts gravityFour-four, fine?The small…
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A Cuppa for Mum
Like millions of other people, I became a carer for my mother as she died of dementia. She had left home in her teens to join the women’s Royal Navy (Wrens). She learned to rally drive, to drive defensively. She brought up her sons alone after the death of my father. I will make you…
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A Childless Father’s Day
It took me a while to face the fact that I couldn’t stop being a father after my child passed away. Mark Zuckerberg’s mad plan to pay-per-zombie our loved ones wouldn’t have helped.
