Copyright Urban Mole 2016 I was on the train recently, staring at the rails and the blur of sleepers between. If I very quickly moved my eyes against the direction of travel, I caught a glimpse of an individual sleeper and its neighbours; I was able to slow the flow…
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Copyright: Faber & Faber A Kill's power is in its fifteenth line, in the only spoken text of the poem: ``It's a boy!'' It's a fulcrum and it prises the perception of a brutal, lingering death to show a birth. But it's no gift.
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Binker Golding (Copyright Karin Mora 2016) London can never be silent. Like any city it's a generator, always on, always on maximum. Doors and windows do little to dull the amplitude of its eight million residents. The sound translates to galleries and museums, whose stone floors and vaults echo schools…
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