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It costs £5


New OutfitsSee, my sisters, all of us together posing in the snow, the perfect Christmas Day showing off our brand new winter coats. You, Marianne, the eldest, still flaunting those fine, fair legs in short style emerald green neon and loud red stripes like a feminist crusader parading the cross on which a million fashion victims died. You, Geraldine, are younger and more coy covered neck to ankle in muted moss the new length, not to be outdone by your older sibling. Hat, too, soft and subtle, while she prefers a statement big brim not to shade the sun calculated to drawNew Outfits


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I used to love walking through Cathays Cemetery, until the night I met the old man. I was studying Medicine at Cardiff University, so I had to be at the Heath Hospital every day. I lived in a student house on Crwys Road and the quickest way to the hospital was through the cemetery. It was more like a park than a graveyard, full of trees and flowers, and I always got a kick out of seeing squirrels racing across the path in front of me and scurrying up trees. I normally only used the cemetery as a shortcut during the day, though, because the gates would be locked every night at du


Afraid of SilenceWhy are we so afraid of silence? The foreground of our lives is background to noises even invading the peace of dreaming: alarming radios, shocking clocking, bugling for bungling bungalow burgling, auto-deterrents for auto-thieving, surreptitious sirens, wailing conveyances, impersonal anti-personnel alarmists, bull-cars snorting, to be loosed raging on frost-freezy mornings, rubber tyres squealing, calmness erasing, rootin tootin hooters blinkin honkin, braindead babble from TV screams. And animals yet! The tom-cat falsetto,Afraid of Silence


Precious MetalTacky on cheap, plastic accessories Tasteless on rich ladies living to shop Sordid and peeling on dirty, chipped nails Brassy and vulgar in budget baubles Brutal on grammatically challenged rapper Brash bright burnt harsh light Gold.Precious Metal
Cool and mysterious, clean, unpretentious Mystical, magical, unostentatious Subtle, seductive, stylish, intellectual Smooth, understated, sensuous, shimmering Glimmering moonlight, shivering starlight Glinting on skin like elusive promise Silver.


P.M.I dont write many sonnets. Its been done - if well much, much too much to make it mine, but this ones earned for staying up till one with me, or later, never keeping time; for moments earned at the closures of the days, and passing, fleeting colours filled with words, or words with colours; for finding novel ways of letting years pass slowly into blurs; for getting into Oxford, getting by and sharing news, and laughing secretly and holding together when we want to cry and loving love, and late night poetry - Ive never writtP.M.


Somewhat Tit Willow-esqueBy the side of the road sat a hippo one day Singing “Willow, tit willow, tit willow” An unusual thing for a hippo to say “Willow, tit willow, tit willow” So I said to him “Hippo, have you been here long?” And he looked back at me like I’d said something wrong Then bewildered he yelled out “I’m in the wrong song!” Hippo, twit hippo, twit hippoSomewhat Tit Willow-esque
Then he gave me a smile that I’ll never forget That old hippo, twit hippo, twit hippo And he asked if I’d spare him just one cigarette Hippo, twit hippo, twit h


The ForceTo the heights and the furthest of the Northeast parts in the lowest of areas where the Whin Sill carvesThe Force
an igneous path through the national park, the River will flow till it turns on its arc;
through the long and the far, past the rocks on the rocks, it will turn and then turn through seizure and shock by the twisting of fissures, but not think to stop till everything meets in one vertical drop.
And even the stone at the top pulls its weight when worn away under, lattices, breaks, to drag the fall backwards, holding to the flow so the heavy falls under to the s


YoursYours in the bus, beginning to drive as I write this line.Yours
Yours in the destination and the act.
Yours, frequently
and unrespondingly.
Yours in the fastened black cardigans (dont ask why) of H&M, in the turned up polo shirt collars of Manhattan dummies, and in the faces of a hund
I finally got around to reading your stuff and it's great, i can't wait to see more.
Ian
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Check out my band, Kant Predict,
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Just heard from Oxford, got in. Thought I'd just share that with you and say Merry Christmas!
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What a Christmas present!
Have a great time for the rest of the holiday!
Don't forget you can contact me via email, as I don't check DA every day.
BRILLIANT!
But yeah, pretty happy about it - you have a great Christmas too, by the way!
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