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Al Barz
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Writer, performance poet, lyricist/songwriter, actor, website designer, husband, dad, brother, ex-lecturer, ex-driving instructor, ex-computer programmer, ex-analyst, ex-cinema manager, ex-accounts clerk, ex-ballet dancer.
Writer, performance poet, lyricist/songwriter, actor, website designer, husband, dad, brother, ex-lecturer, ex-driving instructor, ex-computer programmer, ex-analyst, ex-cinema manager, ex-accounts clerk, ex-ballet dancer.

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(or Tempest Fugit) Bloody hell, the cheers and adulation meted out Illuminations stimulate and bongos shout Their repetition beat their repetition beat Bold lips mark out the route of every street From every morning sheet to every night-time turn And…

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It came as dread surprise to find you there Not in the world of mad surprise and sad demise But in a place of swollen hearts and buffered dreams With silence from soft-painted lips which cannot smile Such words that once filled rooms with chiffon strains…

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the cooling wind through my domain agitated paper slips. a vegetating warehouse job. fragrant carrot, cabbage, coriander, artichoke, asparagus, eggplant shoulder-rub with grape and grain, berry, banana, apple, orange mingling in their wealthy stench with…

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Before the breeze arrived from the Azores Before the blooms of Spring broke through the soil She left. The sun too late to warm her bones, Under Winter’s sullen canopy, She inked her life in squared parentheses. The weight of spiky granite in her head,…

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On waking, I heard no sound, but noted, at five a.m., through a brightening window, the long, slow, shallow descent – a white tube of night fliers; a package of people pleased to return to Birmingham International as the rising sun shatters the horizon.  …

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See how tenderly she eases his pain That sacred touch of empathy That hand on that hand which knows Barely discernable outside the pair These two are one And damage to one Is joint and several. Nurse arrives to steady him And both are restored But only…

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Earworms sometimes plague the normal day Snippets from another time and place Annoyingly embedded in our thoughts Forcing out when thinking slows its pace A melody in the amygdala A hippocampus hip-hop on repeat This one is an anthem ‘cross the world…

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I tried to imagine you dead; How it might feel to be you-less; What magic was wrenched from within me; How large the factor of missingness. What sorrow could I now conjure From your complete disappearance? It’s easier, much, to imagine A vision of…

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Sitting in a car stuffed with us and our survival In a submarine train like a long yellow worm, Tunnelling in its own right Shedding its own light Darting between the threads of two worlds There’s no indication of velocity Nothing discernible, no visual…

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Back in the fold, the white sheep stare, chewing the cud that they always chew, warm in the wool that they always share, bleating of goats next door, as they do. Goats are the winners.  Don’t ask for fair kind of treatment, just bleatment and butting at…
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