Manchester, and More


The world is aching
like a rotten
tooth. I long
for silence
and the calm
dry wash
of a brighter


twiglet #25.


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5 Responses to Manchester, and More

  1. Misky says:

    You’ve caught the mood perfectly in the UK.

  2. ihatepoetry says:

    Yes, I hate this could become the New Normal… the situation, not your poem. That’s excellent, which is Normal for you.

  3. Sherry Marr says:

    Me too, kiddo. Sigh.

  4. julespaige says:

    Choking Aches

    Times Square(d)
    Too many injured
    By one angry man.

    No calm or dry eyes
    Because of any
    Headline news…


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