hurt of the mouth so you can’t speak, hurt of the nostrils so you can’t sniff, hurt of your arse so you can’t dirty,
hurt of your crotch so you can’t. Holes are all wounds, even doors have scars you open and close with keys, doors into homes and possessions, into staying for a while. Cemeteries are full of holes healed by a mouthful of dirt. Sewers are hurt not yet healed, windows too. Dig a hurt to heal with seed that will flower if cared for. 
“You Are There” kindly featured in Visual Verse.
stone quarried and removed but left unused, detached from main body. To be prepared and trained to work and then abandoned whilst others do the work, a spare wheel, food not eaten at the end of a meal, an addition to the waste of the world, and if someone is concerned that you’re unused, but still useful take you in hand to help those less well off. Through other’s good graces more than a spare part.
of absences in the photograph
in the hollows where time passes
as if it is an empty space
where their ashes
lost themselves
in the blue
filled with lost places that are not places
until they are found
“Fresh Rots Soonest” Thankyou to Heath for publishing in Literally Literary.
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says my makka uncle Tommy to my Yorkshire grandad on being asked how was his journey down to see us in my Easter break from school. “He means it were chipper,” whispered Grandad when he saw me looking askance. Other words, like “bait” I had to ask about, too. “He means your “snap” said grandad. I knew “snap” meant food.
I had relatives divided by a common language and remember on my first day at a new school after we moved from West Yorkshire to South Yorkshire saying ” ‘as tha gor any spice for us laking later?” And me looking gone out, so he exaggerated the explanation “Have-You-Got-Any-Sweets-For-When-We-Play-Out-Later?” “Ah. Sorry, no.” I answered. “We’ll see thee right,” he replied. Another place is another language prize worth winning through learning. Something else they never taught you in school.
Many thanks to Anisio for featuring “Prudent”
“The Elephantquake” wonderfully featured by the talented Jamie Dedes in Poetry By Day
knowing, skilled, intelligence; discretion, foresight; wisdom to see what is suitable or profitable. A weather forecast on a grey April morning makes you put on a coat you hope is waterproof, but not too warm because sweating in public is radge, consider whether a scarf or gloves as it may get colder. You put these in your bag. Footwear is a concern as you shiver at your feet covered up and would wear toeposts throughout winter if you could. Your bag is too small to contain another pair of shoes, so you choose a pair that half cover your toes. You are Summer up to your waist and Winter up to your head.
“Un Poems” Thankyou to Terijo for publishing these in Literally Literary
The Wombwell Rainbow 