by Roger Broome | Jan 18, 2023 | poem
From whatever You needed to see it for yourselves – the last timewasn’t so bad, after all. You’d taken him outto eat. He’d had some, spilled his half of shandy,seemed pleased at news of next year’s wedding. When you drove him back, he’d not asked you in.You could live...
by Roger Broome | Jan 18, 2023 | poem
Three or four bottles into the evening,post-theatre supper with old friends,the kind you don’t meet up with oftenbut, when you do, it’s like you saw themyesterday: and you’ve done politics, the kids, the state of the planet, hadsome hilarity, some banter after all...
by Roger Broome | Jan 18, 2023 | poem
https://simonemansellbroome.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/01/named-for-the-tree-2.mp3 Ever squeamish I’ve stepped outside my comfort zone,beyond the relief we have to feel. The end of pain.Her long life, lived full. But this day, this ritual is my first. No body. No...
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