told me married life is one bag of fish and chips and two forks, a freewheel on rubber wheels down a steep street, finding a hidden way through, the surprise of a big real wood hide with wide windows on to bird chatter mirrored in a flash where old mine workings were forcibly removed, a rare orange beaked Oystercatcher strides waterside scratches it’s existence on a shore with feet and beak water washes away, a seventy two year old man who says he walked it despite two heart attacks, diabetes, eye operations and a hole in his side and working on the six railway sidings they made into a lake, a steady walk with heavy bike down scree soiled hill to the removed railway now a bike, dog and pram trail, a haul up the hill to shops and last minute purchases, a stroll through heated gravestones and uphill to home. Married life should be a tale of friends, laughter, discovery and stories for later.

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Honoured to have five poems in Blazevox Spring 17. Thankyou Geoffrey. http://www.blazevox.org/BX%20Covers/BXspring17/Paul%20Brookes%A0-%20Spring17.pdf

Four Poems Published in Zombie Logic Review: Poetry For Outsiders and Outlaws: English Outlaw Poet Paul Brookes. Thankyou Thomas

http://zombielogicreview.blogspot.com/2017/04/english-outlaw-poet-paul-brookes.html?spref=tw

Thankyou to Reuben for publishing this in I Am Not A Silent Poet

Source: Because by Paul Brookes

“My Summer Town Zoom” kindly published by Jamie in The Poet By Day

“as you take the road to Paradise” … and other poems by reader poets in response to last Wednesday’s prompt https://jamiededes.com/2017/05/30/as-you-take-the-road-to-paradise-and-other-poems-by-reader-poets-in-response-to-last-wednesdays-prompt/ via @JamieDedes

Source: “as you take the road to Paradise” … and other poems by reader poets in response to last Wednesday’s prompt

“Hot Night” Efe kindly published in The Wrytyr

https://thewrytr.com/hot-night-76269c8775f8

“A Mizzle” grateful to Zac for publishing this in Misplaced Identity
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concern for safety. A need to give that which we normally charge for. A cup of tea or coffee to emergency services, a taxi ride, accommodation. We need to feel we are doing something. Helping. To do is more than to say. It is only words like a poem. It doesn’t actually do anything.

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“Haywain” kindly published by Lorette in The Ekphrastic Review: ​writing and art on art and writing

http://www.ekphrastic.net/1/post/2017/05/haywain-by-paul-brookes.html