Scenes From A Blackpool Conference:
Dog Sea

Lively, frisky, slate–coloured eyes
bounding and bouncing at the hum of the wind,
white like electricity sparking around excited mouths,
roaring forward, desperate to play.



This poem is going to be published in Moonstone.

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Dog Sea
After Eighteen Months
After Silent Years
Exhausted




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