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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Eastbourne

The clouds broke over the church
And the hills grew close,
Pulling me over Eastbourne and down to the sea.
Chimneys stacked brick by brick
Above the trees and screaming gulls.
Filtered through the dust and fog
And lightning rods linking God and his people
Straight down through the steeple.

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Concrete shapes and linking steel
The Midas thorn and winding wheel
Sun-burned stone and bone-bleached wood
Things that lived and that yet could.

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A city born of salt and spray
Dreaming through its rainy days
With palm trees echoing old hotels
And air thick with shrieks and smells.
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