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I saw my Love sit small in the Garden
Everything about her is in her eyes
And I looked away
to her shoes
Slightly more scuffed
Evidence of today
The Light performed upon the Grass
Without my Consent
A bird the colour of October
Waiting to be known
I read the News
Two Rainbows crossed the local barber
He carried on
His window facing rain
Like a tea stain on glass
My Son declared Affection once
The Radio replied
listening for lies
as the truth passes by
Nine years now
My body keeps the Storm
We received that call
Our brother stopped
Breathing
Suddenly
Without a reason
Right there in the pub
On the floor
And no more breathing
His beer unfinished.
This is still the view
in dreams I don’t remember
My sister brings me milk
in my morning coffee
Asking for hope
From the next room
I hold my trust in a thimble now
My hand shaking
Looking for a light switch
or a valium
Searching for sleep sooner
But I already am 

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The author reading his poem:

 

 

 

 

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Michael Starkie
Arran D'Aubigny

I grew up holding opposites. A charismatic, megalomaniac entrepreneurial father who made and lost millions, and a deeply spiritual mother. They separated early, and instability became normal. I attended nineteen schools, grew up in a large, fiercely loyal family, and learned early how to move between worlds, belief systems, and classes.

 

Later in life I experienced both entrepreneurial success and loss, survived life saving surgery, and eventually chose physical work, now working in removals. Having lived across class boundaries, I feel most grounded in practical labour and the body. Poetry became a survival technique rather than an ambition, a way of creating worlds outside the given one. My work is concerned with memory, forgetting, loyalty, and the quiet mechanics of endurance.

 

Conversations with stars, the sea and the heart.