Kate Clarke
For The Pigs
“Are they yours? Aren’t they magnificent?” “I’ll like them better when they’re on my plate." I winced and we walked away, commiserating....
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Kate Clarke
Oct 9, 20211 min read
Out of Mind
I found an old leather pouch, shiny as a Prospect Park conker, with a stubborn, time-worn brass catch. It was tucked behind an attic beam...
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Kate Clarke
Jul 27, 20211 min read
Dowsing
I had a boyfriend once, who was one of those Led Zeppelin fans into cheesecloth shirts, the Solstice, castle ruins, standing stones....
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Kate Clarke
Jun 25, 20211 min read
Ninety Percent
I guess all parents know this, but I had no idea, that most of life’s enjoyment comes from watching someone else’s; Laughing at some...
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Kate Clarke
Apr 25, 20211 min read
Brief Encounters
They won't remember me now, those people who did a small thing to nudge me towards a way out, and a better way of living. Dave Kett, who...
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Kate Clarke
Mar 19, 20211 min read
A Year
April has quietly set her traps laced my path with snags and hooks; the heat and damp rises in my old crying field the sunlight slants on...
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Kate Clarke
Mar 18, 20211 min read
What’s Her Name?
On meeting another dog-walker, a little embarrassed, we’d say: “Vera, but we didn’t choose it for her.” And it is the name of a sturdy...
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Kate Clarke
Dec 17, 20201 min read
The Smell of The Whiskey
I dreamed of you again last night is it the Baileys I add to my coffee are you tempted home by the smell of the whiskey? It's you, so...
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Kate Clarke
Nov 14, 20201 min read
Listen Less
We hiked a lot when we were kids Dorset or Cornwall, on holiday with another family A brood of boys, mum, and me Their dad, Ted, a...
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Kate Clarke
Oct 12, 20202 min read
St Michael’s
Halfway along the path turn right at the hawthorn tree Then it would be: ‘hello nan’, so softly You would stand between the two of them...
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Kate Clarke
Jul 29, 20201 min read
Alan O'Leary Called
Alan O'Leary called me, doll, the good ones are looking out for me now. A big man, big heart, he cherished you. Last time we saw him he...
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Kate Clarke
Jun 25, 20201 min read
Nature Boy
I hate to write of flowers It’s not very rock and roll. But those tulips you bought and I planted couldn’t be more you if they tried....
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Kate Clarke
Jun 25, 20201 min read
The Dark End of The Street
The Dark End of The Street (for Alyce Guynn) Your sister, Alyce, reminded me what, in my grief, I had forgotten and later on, I came to...
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Kate Clarke
Jun 25, 20201 min read
Things We Talked About When We Were Drunk
Dion’s vocal bullets, those ricochets that killed us both. Your grandmother cooking you tea, while you sang her ‘Josie, hold on for me.’...
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