Copyright Urban Mole 2016 A beautiful aspect of winter is the chance to rise in the dark at the start of the day. If you're fortunate, your coffee may be brewing as the sky pales and you catch a flock of crows flying hundred-fold under the last stars, calling out…
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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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