William Thompson
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‘Piking’: a poem by William Thompson
Piking i. The wind plays a low notethrough the one bar gate onto the bridleway.I tick the code into the lock. It clicks open. Once our car has passed, the […]
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Three poems by William Thompson
Photo by Jinen Shah on Unsplash Farm Work Your first car catches heat like a tin roof, white clouds snag on the barbed wire of […]
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Three poems by William Thompson
Toll I hear the accusations like the Lutine Bell: nostalgie de la boue or blood and soil; found poetry or cento. Nonetheless it makes the Mersey […]