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Going Down

Going Down… How fast life changed I torpedoed to the bottom I crashed and fell… Legs forgot how to work as furnace burnt into my chest and a sea of dampness turned my head into a torrent of water. I shivered and shook, the severity of rigours that could not be...

“Manchester”

A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness… It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer. Manchester – 22 May 2017 Dark these recent stormy...