Author Archives: douglasthompson

The Yearning Year

Skeletal fingers impossibly long shadows reaching out across the town last rays of October light washing roofs red with twisting wisps of endless longing mauve cloud overhead long copper drifts of crinkling kindling rustling all around the trunks and branches … Continue reading

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Barking Circus

This is only my preliminary version of the artwork, the great David Rix of Eibonvale Press shall be working his magic on it in due course in order to arrive at a final cover worthy of us both, but… as … Continue reading

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Borders

Into the endless breeze-rippled sea of barley and wheat let me vanish with the unknowable hare and the deer who run alone hearts throbbing and the blind shrew who can never know night.

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Rain Town

Rain on the attic roof tender footsteps of youth remembered and all the unconquered possibilities of immaculate Saturdays waiting in glistening wrapping my beloved city where the crowds ebb and flow on station platforms like the systole of a giant … Continue reading

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The Great Escape

The dead aren’t coming back how many levels to this revelation? over time like falling leaves the waves of the symphony of loss impress upon us unexpected fragments: the sound of their voices saying our name their laughter and simple … Continue reading

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Architect

Go, when I am dead stand where I foresaw you would on garden steps to watch the light of dawn brighten the edge of a roof whose shape dipped or lifted to the sound of inner music which grew within … Continue reading

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The Fallen West

This may or may not end up being the cover (an extract from one of my late brother Ally’s most apocalyptic oil paintings), but this is the point when I announce that cult independent publisher Snuggly Books will be publishing my … Continue reading

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