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“Our Love” published in Poetry Under Cover. Thankyou Marika

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precipice both boots pogo on thin metal either side of spade or fork wooden handle as tines or blade sink deep in stubborn ground that refuses to budge, an unwanted thought, weight of day mare a still point you lever into movement by force of thought, of word, of effort to break the sod.

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alights on differences, he has an eye this bloom should go here, I this shrub crouch here, in agreement scattered shale path wriggle round rock pools, that oak must not overhang the pond shaped like a kidney in memory of his that is now mine, as he says his heart is too. We collaborate to make a third person who when real must be considered health and safety wise garden design. Our relationship is the intersecting bit in a Venn diagram.

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among the red terraced homes backyards and gardens. When will summer arrive? A distinct lack of heat from lit barbecues, an obvious sobriety of young men in t-shirt and shorts hope this muggy cold will turn out a warm ‘un when cocky whippersnipes tanked up on crushed supped can clatter and empty bottle crash make scenes in front of prosecco sossled wives unaware their bra strap and knickers show through mistepped tumble, legs in air laughter.

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Source: The BeZine, May 2017, Honesty & Transparency, The Post-truth (Post-factual Politics) Era