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A poem confessed to me once that they were scared to be sent to university, and sit on the shelves of highest learning. They’d heard rumours that academics strip poems bare there. Lay them out naked on a cold steel slab and sharpen their scalpels. Flay the skin, really dig around. Dissect alliteration. Examine the belly, the bowel, the bones beneath. … [Read more...] about The Study, By: Donna Faulkner née Miller

Weep for the generations who gave their allInnocence lost in evil thrallPlaces and bloodlines consigned to the pastTo the books and the few who remember Those lives and their lossTake a terrible tollOn those who were there to regret"Not lost in vain" the victorious refrainNow here we march doomed to repeat … [Read more...] about The Lost, By: Gordon Roberts