Today’s choice

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Tom Kelly

 

 

 

Save Me
 
At thirteen I am competing with James Joyce,
encouraging pain, at the very least discomfort.
See me fervently praying,
waiting to receive the Communion host.
My knees more than ache, then burn,
I bless the wooden pew causing this necessary pain and
believe implicitly Christ will save me.

 

 

Tom Kelly’s most recent collection Walking My Streets is the thirteenth published by Red Squirrel Press and explores Kelly’s life and changing face of his native north-east of England.

Dawn Sands

Nothing I can tell you to answer your question —
      all I can muster is that
it was that production of King Lear, Edgar emerging

Melanie Tibbs

People came to find out what ‘Garage Sale’ meant
in a small village landlocked county early burning comet tail
of Thatcher’s Britain.