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The new venue at the poetry cafe went well last night, and I’m hoping we get some new readers coming along before the summer break in August. The cold weather continues here in England and even though the days are getting longer we are huddling inside, watching and waiting for the sun to finally make an impact.

White Space.

The white space between these words
is not like the silence between us
as we sit in the same room.

The silence grips the words
we should have said. the white
page is just what is left between us.

The shape of what is missing
is defined by the words I write
and remember the silence.