Linda Godfrey



Truva

Night after night the list of small entries grows. Once it starts it never stops. The land we tally was once a sea bed; we count the clouds reflected in the absolute flat sea, an arc of grey-green water, the …

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night flying to Vienna

cognac, coffee, water left out for restive insomniacs, reading lights on, in front blondes tucked under branded blankets sleeping pills heads tilted eye masks arms slack; a man dreams and dreams of lilac sheets and women while children wait, long-night-ahead …

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Sunday Rag

Four thirty coal trains bump and grind/ papers on the lawn at five/ bees on blue early/ empty schooner glasses one drink from the pub/ breeze through the window/ scattering bark across/ kept out by glass/spiky coffee that sticks/ old …

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