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Minor Prophet

At seven, Rosie is turned into a minor prophet: “I predict we will have crumpets for breakfast,” “I can tell the future: it will be bedtime soon.” Gradually, as often happens, prognostication slips into determinism: “I foresee chocolate eggs arriving … Continue reading

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For me you were

the broken echo down a chasm the melting of the poles and simultaneously diamond hardness without beauty an event horizon beyond which there is nothing a fugue without a subject empty academic counterpoint the refutation of Forster’s theory of rounded … Continue reading

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