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A Place to Keep My Shadow: the book
A Place to Keep My Shadow has 130 pages of poetry by Chris Fewings, written spontaneously and then lovingly crafted and recrafted over many years.
Poem: In pieces
Could there have been a kidnapping? A murder?
I listened to his muddled account, uneasy.
‘Let him be loved’
I asked the doctor what was wrong with me.
She held her stethoscope to my amygdala.
Thought there was something blocked. Try writing,
she said. I have, I told her. Had to put a bung
in my pen. Stuff kept dribbling out. Can’t you check
my cortisol? I need a pacemaker for my days.
City’s Edge
You’re upstairs on the No. 50 bus in Kings Heath High Street. The traffic always clogs here, as people flock to shops supplied by juggernauts with goods funnelled in from around the world: money pours into the tills. Outside a supermarket, a child’s bike chained to a lamp post serves as a blue plaque: Hope, … Read more
The earth, the sea and the human spirit …’
The city writes a city in its margins
And writes another city at its core.
The city writes the lives of other people –
Erases some, engraves some in its stone.