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Bird in Hand

By Richard Williams   The FA Cup 1939 – 2008 We drink in the presence of greatness. A glorious bird of paradise that fills the room with life. Wanderers to Portsmouth all roads between, a [… read more ]

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Spice Island Looking Back

By Richard Williams   And nothing much has really changed: before spinnakers both concrete and canvas, before outlet shopping centres all these restaurant chains with make-believe authenticity from China, India, Italy, Americas and everywhere in [… read more ]

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Seasonal Tides

By Helen Elliott   Pastel palette beach huts Sun-bleached on the Solent, pebbled sands, Awaiting summer’s curtain call The closing of her seasonal demands. On the morrow, they stand weary To greet autumn aurora with [… read more ]

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One of my Pupils

by Guy Walker   In Memoriam _________  __________ (Died in Syria aged 20 in 2014) Our city empty of you, absence your sole parting gift. Familial fabric rent and only threads left. In year eight [… read more ]

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The Next Station Is

By Richard Williams   Portsmouth and Southsea then Fratton and Hilsea, clattering over the creek to the points at Cosham west to Southampton, Salisbury and Cardiff, east to Brighton, north to Waterloo.   And you [… read more ]