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In the Shower

And so what about this lump? Funny little kids’ word, lump. Jump Clump Not so funny to find one in the shower. Hour Cower What to do first? Breathe. Breathe first – don’t panic – don’t think of a hospital … Continue reading

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Visiting the Poet

— for Chris Msosa I can see you, running, like a young Bateleur, dust plumed behind your pounding feet before settling back into the ground as if you had never passed by. Your eyes are copper pennies, your breath bursting … Continue reading

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