Author: Andrew Whalan
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The Final Drowning
The clouds empty Their burden released overwhelms me. The rivers swell Their banks once broken dissolves me. The seas rose Their waves overtopped and suffocated me. Afterwards I knew We all drowned by standing silent and still.
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It’s Journalism wot lost it
I follow politics keenly but come the election being called, the only coverage consists of polls, gaffes and photo opportunities. Every. Single. Time. Certainly the last week’s coverage has been the most boring ever: let’s talk about the gaffe again and again and again. Although this week we won’t talk about the other gaffe. Oh […]