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I have two poems in this month’s Stockport Talking Newspaper Magazine. You can listen in here (and to the rest of it), or/and read the poems below:

Weir Mill (AKA Wear Mill)

Weir Mill is – allegedly – haunted,
but we will walk by it undaunted
for John Collier’s ghost pledged safe conduct
under the Stockport Viaduct
(that Victorian bridge which straddles
that place past which we all – in truth –


Rage on the River Bank

Angry walk.
Birds and blossom colour the mood –
black loathing to red cheer.

The crunch of dried faeces.
The fracture of old gravel.
Sunshine laughs on green delight.

Water traffic: a shopping trolley;
a plastic bag; a family of ducks.
Yellow day.

This poem was previously published.