Year: 2014
Could be ‘Jackanory’ The Wombwell Unicorn by paul_laurence on SoundCloud
First Chapter of Seven Chapter fiction The Attic World by paul_laurence on SoundCloud
If homes were bodies Windows Are Single Eyed by paul_laurence on SoundCloud
Banging on about bloody mines, again! 1985-86 The (The Reinvent Remains) As A Documentary Treatment by paul_laurence on SoundCloud
How language changes in the move from rural to industry. Four spoken prose poems The Meking Oyles Tarn by paul_laurence on SoundCloud
Bone Forest
Bone forest flayed flesh leaf
Leaf wings wrap flesh forest
Blood sap veined bark ripe
Flayed sap drained harsh light
Bone forest, skin forest, leaf flesh,
bark flesh, skin fruit
All 7mins 28 reading of ‘The Bleaching of Richard Peaudane’ set in late Eighteenth Century linen town of Barnsley. The Bleaching of Richard Peaudane by paul_laurence on SoundCloud
T’ Doar, The Window, T’Floar, The Wall
Put wud int t’oyle keep gust art
A way in, a way out, an entrance, an exit, life, death, a person with two faces like a coin, Janus, New Yr.
Thy are a pane. See reight thru thee.
A window. An eye on your soul. A frame of reference, of mind, on how others live, a mirror when dark.
Put thee feat ont floar wheir t’belong.
A floor. A steady surface from which to rise from. Growing place for flesh and root. Earthquake home
Hold thee sen up. Thas plastered. A wall. How to divide, ignore, privatise. Graffiti home. How to hide, not listen,
How to be safe.
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End of Summer, Autumn start Wombwell Strolls
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