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Tag Archives: sanctuary
Elland road site (home of football)
Elland road the place to go when you feel low Languish around in bars before the start Let all your troubles dissolve with the flow As the thrill of action begins its part Now as the crowd begins to sing … Continue reading
Crime story (This is mostly a true story)
It’s raining In the library skiving schoolchildren gather around a screen hallowed halls of silence mutated into a community hub while the real books inhabit an empty maze of shelves their slender spines unexamined I ask the librarian for a … Continue reading
Black Swan
Dark stranger, what prompted your sudden flight? Did dispute and rejection bring you here, Or some long tormented escape from fright? Did you choose us, or take a random steer? How long will you stay on … Continue reading
Bootham Crescent, Home of York City Football Club
The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want. It’s a ritual, the prep, the layers of warmth worn with the red and blue battle weary scarf. Walking to the ground through dark graffiti-ed ginnels, blocks of terraced houses the ground gathers … Continue reading
You Can’t Judge a Book…
It was one of those strange places where one road full of shabby houses with old bikes, mattresses and empty beer bottles in the gardens, not to mention the St. Georges flag hanging from the window of number 35, ran … Continue reading
Sanctuary
At my age I should not be ashamed or embarrassed of what I like. There should be no secrets guilty or not. But mine for the sake of this poem is a love for the TV series ‘Nashville’. People might … Continue reading
Memento Mori
A prose poem performed at the Leeds Lit Fest in March 2020. Inspired by a photograph of an abandoned house, the piece is about ageing. How, when we are old our memories become our sanctuary. Walk with me through this … Continue reading
En-suite
This piece was written for a reading at the Headingley Literature Festival presented by the HEART reading group in March 2020. The theme of the readings was sanctuary. Lenny felt safe at last. He’d been shown to a decent cell … Continue reading