Tagged: alan martin

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Of Guildsmen and Bootboys…

Reflections on another time… City skins rule OK? The terse message told of an uncompromising tribe who scrawled it on buses, bus shelters and buildings across the metropolis. Skinhead brutalist fashion was at its...

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Poetry from Alan Martin

FIFTY METRE NEWS Highly transmissable, this blight of homely airs that leaks from my radio, on the hour, every hour, if I am not lightning fast; the dreadful news in morbid repitition. Gloom enumerated,...

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A Hermit’s Life

In one issue of Raven’s Bread, a newsletter for those interested in the solitary life, Wood B Hermit is pictured standing in front of an office that issues various permits and licences. His eyes...

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Poetry: ‘Tis the Season

By Alan Martin Surprised, yet again, by autumnal torpor,  and, intent on understanding, I settle to observing rain, and the consequent habits of snails, and the number of blackbirds that take to my lawn, with...

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Nostalgia Moves On

By ALAN MARTIN It is still possible to  find one of the old ten-gallon galvanised milk churns in antique shops, but nostalgia would soon wear thin if the buyer had to manoeuvre the 50kg...

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Alan Martin: Poetry Now

Poems by ALAN MARTIN JUST NOW In my woods-hidden house, with the power gone down, and no means of contact,  I am a survivalist,   creeping out from a niche,  post the apocalypse. My day...