Poetry
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A PREMONITION
I hear the drums of war a-beating Upon these Southern shores, A sound this country once knew well And shall know again once more. Ushered in by Providence Or captured by Fate The drums of war are banging At the sliprails, at the gate. At… Continue reading
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Two Poets
A Narrative If you’d prefer to read off paper, feel free to download this story and print it out Two poets stood side by side under a sunny spring shower. Above them, a rainbow shyly made its way into the… Continue reading
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WAKING UP
It all began with a flash of sunlight behind stain glass. I was flying down a hill on my bicycle in the early morning and glanced at the church as I passed it, all slender in the new morning. The… Continue reading
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TO AN OLD FRIEND
A memoir (of sorts)… I People say the opposite of dying is living. But it’s not – the opposite of dying is beginning. And in this case, death is a slow, slow thing, and seems out of place with the… Continue reading
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ADELAIDE
Just a bit of prose poetry about my city… People say Adelaide is a small-minded city that can’t see past its own spreading suburbs. The wide streets are sun-burned, even in winter, and to drive them is to drive weeks… Continue reading
Grace Fatchen 