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    Retired

    When my parents went back to their roots, to low ceilinged views of a pub with ducks, a shop, a Cotswold stone church, painstakingly restored   they found their kind long gone. I see them in a neighbour’s lounge among devotees of sipping of dispensing conversation in morsels.   Mum bears h …

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    The eighteenth year of us

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     ‘Hullo?’ the call connects as a child screams through the funnel of the carriage. ‘It’s me,’ I say. a man pulls the armrest down ‘I got your message.’   treads   on the side   of my foot.   ‘Uh-okay,’ you say, I stare out   ‘sorry.’   someone rips   a window open   ‘There’s been a delay.’   ‘What? …

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    Man-eyes

    Get your gross man-eyes off my poem with your numb-drum dumbing literal mind behind which hides no sincerity. My ma had a hundred times your brains but sat and smoked them stupid at a table in the suburbs: foxes, jam tarts and no travelcard. Back then, if you wanted a train, you bought a ticket. Not …

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    The Hare Book and The Hedgehog Book

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    My Mother Taught Me How Sing and Graveyards in My Closet

    Welsh boys and their mothers, eh? A cup of milky tea, a hunk of barabrith and mammy’s becardiganed cwtch – these have a Proustian ability to melt the heart of even the most hardened rugger-loving Brains swiller. Even if they can’t quite bring themselves to admit it. No such qualms in Daf James’ radi …

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