Tim Cumming
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‘Window’: a poem by Tim Cumming
Window Her hand reaches through a slim shaft ofmorning sunlight falling across a goldsmith’swindow on the corner of a 1930s blockin the centre of town eighteen monthsinto the war, double […]
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‘Ted Bar’: a poem by Tim Cumming
Ted Bar On the down escalator at Tottenham Court Road after Stick in the Wheel’s gig at the 100 Club, I’m reckoning the last time I took those steps was […]