Celfypridd

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Where the umbrellas die…

“Little Granny” … Trying to find you hasn’t been easy at all there are none of your words recorded married at fourteen your journey from Milford carrying your first child to the places you lived where he dug the coal … There are none of your words recorded telling your story of the journey you […]

A black and white foto nothing less nothing more

He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity. Cesare Pavese

Cesare Pavese

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Ghost words…

“All secrets of past tense have just come my way, but I still don’t know what I’m going to do next.”   Richard Brautigan Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt.

All secrets of past tense come my way

Men are walking on the moon today, planting their footsteps as if they were zucchini in a dead world while over 3,000,000 people starve to death every year on a living one.  

Earth July 20, 1969

  Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt Richard Brautigan.

Jules Verne Zucchini

The cock on the church spire Fixed its face to the west And on a cloudless day We walked to your funeral Along the path in the park By the shade of the river It was my task to make you smile Or even laugh and lay to one side The greyness of your widowhood […]

Life

You looked out toward the sea A cool September evening We had planned coming We watched an empty sea   The news dulled our hopes It was a cool darkening  evening We sat outside silently watching Waves riding the beaches slopes.   Hopes shattered lives challenged And we hold each other silently Standing close together quietly […]

Friendship and love

Cae’r Blaidd or ‘field of the wolf’.   The last wolf died in this place but the hour of the wolf remains and the wolves call for us, call for you calling haunting us with their calling calling for us over and over again   It is the time when we cross over as some […]

Cae’r Blaidd or ‘field of the wolf’.

Nineteen ninety-two

he said “I’m thinking of ending it.

Haemophiliac, poisoned with cheap blood.

HIV positive, hooked on heroin.

I’m eighteen years old.

I have no future left.”

…

I still see your mother from time to time.

Always putting on that happy smile,

but she knows me.

I was the one who talked you through it,

and she lets the smile slip.

Sometimes tears fall;

she holds my arm then,

a brief re-assurance of a kind.

…

I still feel the anger,

with this continued deceit.

He was a ten-year-old,

a mascot to the older men,

who’d taken him under their wings.

To reassure him. Telling him they were a team.

But one by one they disappeared.

And he took heroin,

to numb the pain.

His grief, his loss, the uncertainty,

it was easy.

Drugs were everywhere.

It’s the story, behind the story.

So many lives destroyed.

So many dead in so many ways.

….

So when I meet you now,

you smile and nod.

I remember the challenge

you threw.

I look at your eyes

and smile too remembering.

…

But the lies still pile,

each one on top of another,

a mountain of them still grows.

And the cover up?

of the blood scandal?

Gathers.

Continues.

…

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