there is a duty to repair beautiful things
like people  silence  traumatised dogs and planets
to fill the jagged tree-lines of their fractures
with gold from the sun and silver light reflected from snow

if nothing else you do
is worthy of being human
this is

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Sebastien Marty

Cameron McClure doesn’t exist. He is the pen-name for a  permanently retired civil servant who lives in Northern Ireland and likes nothing better than competitive banter over a pint or two. He believes it will all come right on the night because he’s happier that way and no-one has yet proved him wrong though a lot of well-meaning people try to for some reason.