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The Rhino Conspiracy
The Rhino Conspiracy by Peter Hain is a dynamic, fast-paced thriller based in apartheid South Africa. It is emotional and compelling, educational and knowledgeable, exciting and bold; and it has to be one of the best books I have read this year. The British education system seems to completely gloss …
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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
The clementine rise of new acquaintance: you were all lilt, all eye-bright charm – the dance of an autumn. And the fire breathed yes and now and I want something the seasons cannot deny – a burnish that looks like flame but is dying embers. We relit at Christmas, your wind-rapped cheeks told me stic …
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Return Journey
‘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
In an essay in the current issue of New Welsh Reader [Issue 124], I confessed to my obsession with hares. And I drew on Jane Russ’ The Hare Book for information, particularly about the poet William Cowper’s three pet hares, Bess, Tiney and Puss. I also have a love of hedgehogs, who have sometimes ne …
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