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Harry Owen

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    Pitch

    Spectral cries
    echoing among damp leaves
    wipe themselves in wet webbed grasses,
    drift in a rich fermentation
    from the soil:
    mid-day drizzle,
    still oaks wrapped in brown November,
    the thump of a football.

    Don’t you see yourself here
    a thousand times,
    on a thousand pitches,
    now as your son blends his voice
    with this same history?
    An oiled…[Read more]

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    can’t say won’t say too hot
    and the trees are flashing a silver signal:
    i am a red-eyed dove
    the breeze a suggestive flailing hiss
    my eyes heavy with yawning
    where next is there anywhere left
    to save
    oh for […]

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    Reverie for Tommy Lawrence

    can’t say won’t say too hot
    and the trees are flashing a silver signal:
    i am a red-eyed dove
    the breeze a suggestive flailing hiss
    my eyes heavy with yawning
    where next is there anywhere left
    to save
    oh forgotten legend
    oh gentleman
    oh flying pig
    and the world doesn’t matter any
    more than it always has or hasn’…[Read more]

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    Harry Owen became a registered member 9 months, 3 weeks ago

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    *Vuvuzela-brash, clown-like in black, yellow,

    green, they tumble in spiked grasses, mere

    diversions, red-eyed amusements confined

    to this inconspicuous stretch of dry bush.

    Up above swallows sport their […]

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    Reflect me some glory, reflect me some fame,
    reflect me the taste of the Beautiful Game.

    Reflect me some honour, reflect me some style,
    reflect me the talent, the vision, the guile,

    that intangible something, […]

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