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Rain

Drunk and weaving in the rainThe rain swept into my faceDown my face, punishing meDrunken rain – out of control –Drunk with power like a manicCar wash. Beating and beating downNot cleansing but punishing‘You should be home’Drunken rain sweeping me … Continue reading

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A Pen Portrait of Dylan Thomas (about 1936)

“That cruel giggle is the thing I best remember about him. He told me how as a boy he delighted in tearing the wings off flies. I said it must be a difficult thing to do. Dylan replied, ‘Maybe I … Continue reading

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