Click this text to hear Alex read this poem I often pause to think of others. Like the couple on Beak Street I saw leaning in against the March wind, pinching still-fitting 1970’s smeary gabardine mackintoshes around them like over-stuffed sausage casings. He; gaunt and with that sunken on-the-way from this life look, she; rotund… Read More

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