Archive 2018

You wake with worries from the Old World. It’s the details that matter. Just a shirt when you should have a jacket on? The cold is kind, caressing. The tea is sweet but English. The...

P A U L  S. L.  B R O O K E S   SEVEN POEMS          my  SCARYLIFE    Scaryborn to this world this scaryearth I scarylearned in school, met a lass...

  P A U L  S. L.  B R O O K E S   Unborn to this unworld, this unearth I unlearned in school, met a lass who said she was unready to be...

  P A U L    B R O O K E S     are friends who haven’t been estranged yet. All my mates are strangers. I keep them at a distance. Chat to...

                                                   P A U L  S. L.  B R O O K E S     Strangers with grabby sticks, hi vis vests, hoodies against May showers, hauling open grey wheely bins either side...

  P A U L   S.L.   B R O O K E S     (i) she pulls at the loose thread, dries the pots on the draining board hoovers the stray seed...

P A U L  S.L.  B R O O K E S   Steam-fog and mist hovered above carpet threads needing a cut. now Autumn; gusted tiles from the roof litter across her garden. that...

P A U L  S. L.  B R O O K E S     eyes Wide at the magnificent spread lard-ed with cheeses, meats, sweets and bread Mam has put on the table: “I...

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