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THE ANTI-TEA TOWEL POEM for FATHER’S DAY There aren’t any cards in Tesco’s, Hallmark, or the ever-so-fashionable Farmers’ Market to say to someone on Father’s Day “Sorry your father wasn’t around for you, or sorry your children’s father isn’t around … Continue reading
Father’s Day is a tough one for some people. Not for card manufacturers, or T-shirt sellers, or Amazon’s worldwide sites, but for those who grew up without a father, because he was absent, or deceased, or at best part-time and … Continue reading
He passes the church yard confetti clings to the wheels of his trolley. Head down, he wheels onward driving through debris: petals, fallen stars, hearts, grains of rice. Fleeting tokens, nothing more! Nothing lasts but chunky rubbber wheels.