DEAR ANNA..

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Anna Kingston
St. Peter’s Care Home
13th Avenue,
Whitfield Road
Bradford BD1xxx

April 3, 1997

Dear Anna

I am writing to you from Sheffield.

I know I haven’t come down to Bradford to meet you at the Care Home in a while. Heather and the baby are with me at the moment since Peter’s gone to London for army training session for three months. Heather isn’t yet too comfortable looking after the baby on her own. We have done up the study room as the nursery for now and the baby seems to love it. Continue reading “DEAR ANNA..”

Inflection

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Crossed
uncrossed
side by side

endless ladders of heaven

a journey
more captivating
than
the destination.

tuned to a perfect fifth

place one
gently
on the left shoulder
then draw the other
across the first
in a slow, deliberate motion

like the bow of a violin
a perfect arco

and then get carried far away

as far as the legs can take…

.

La Tinta

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The quaint little café lay ahead, its faded brown paint looking despondent among the huge city buildings.

A light blue metal sign board above read “La Tinta” .

Beads of raindrops swung merrily from the edge, like trapeze artists, unwilling to relegate themselves to the grey stone floor of the patio.

La Tinta… ‘the ink’ ….now that’s a strange name for a café, he thought. Continue reading “La Tinta”

Best friend…

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She pushed open the heavy swing door and entered the library.

The floor with alternate black and white tiles appeared like a humongous chessboard. ‘Chess is a foolish expedient for making idle people believe they are doing something very clever, when they are only wasting their time.” Was that George Bernard Shaw? she chuckled softly.  Continue reading “Best friend…”