Tag Archives: Ben Banyard

Experiment

You, across the playing field ready to clap your hands at my signal, with heady sweet grass and cracked soil sandwiched in my memory like pressed wild flowers. I know we are a hundred metres apart. I wave but you’ve … Continue reading

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She’s Not There

That wasn’t her, the last time. No, she was long gone by then. A semicircle in front of the TV Power Rangers flashing her face. While we helped her somewhere quieter she said Don’t let me fall over and over. … Continue reading

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Confetti

There might come a day when appointment letters, test results and prescriptions account for the lion’s share of my correspondence. Slips of institutional stationery, squirming apologetically through the door, gathering in number as their verdicts unite to consensus; they won’t … Continue reading

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