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Read MoreMonday I travelled through the night to try and find you Tuesday Awake in the far away it could be July or December, bones rattled under sleeping blankets like a beggar’s hand cupped to receive silver Wednesday Perchance to dream my way back to the music of our rains and...
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Thank you Roma. Life becomes a two-storey building collapse, with past on one level and present on the other. The trick is to navigate through the rubble.
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Read MoreI hold dear the distant glow of happiness and I’m drawn to it like a moth attracted to light.
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Read MoreI want to talk to you about finding strength in weakness. I am vulnerable, and I feel there is only so much I can do to solve my weaknesses. I’m deeply touched by those who claim to be helpful,...
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Read MoreFor eighteen months before alzheimer’s shred his soul I trapped my father’s voice in the answering machine Palimpsest of tobacco teak lay over his Nottingham dialect, did Robin Hood fire similar phonemes into the deepest of oak? The familiar sibilants which once read me into other universes in...
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My father had dementia. I have written notes but no answering machine voice which would be really great. You’re lucky. You have some unique writing here. Glad I read this. Good one.
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Thank you Tim. Yip, dementia & alzheimer’s show no mercy. brutal
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I wasn’t expecting the pictures this painted with words. It was so vivid that I could feel those memories even though they weren’t my own.
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Thank you Green for the kind words.
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That’s a really moving and powerful piece. The way you capture your father’s voice and the layers of memory, from the “palimpsest of tobacco teak” to the echo of his working life, is just beautiful. It really makes you feel the weight of what’s been lost and the preciousness of that preserved memory.
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Many thanks Roma. We lost our parents in the same week in separate Nursing Homes. Almost surreal.
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Profound ink Ghosteen.
Bat
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Read MoreWhere do dragonflies go to dieIs there a tiny Avalon somewhere in the skyWill there be tiny Pygmy riders on aerial glidersIs there truly peace for such an ancient fighter The halls of Valhalla shall ring with names of miniature...
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I love this. The image of them getting ready for battle and how you gave us the view of Valhalla and the God’s.
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Thank you, thank you Lady it’s nice to be here and to write something
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Your comment truly out did the piece and made it worth the writing. Hahaha, now what are we twisting while writing, honestly most times there is no twist. We have a serious fear of plagiarism, so definitely no music and only occasionally twisting while writing. Thanks you Lady
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Rob, your poem drifts like a half-remembered dream, tender and yearning. Each day carries longing, memory, and desire. The way you reach for someone across nights and cities is heartbreakingly beautiful. Even sleeplessness feels like a lover in your words.
Beautifully done