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‘Grief Is An Ambush Predator’ by Mike Finn

It’s the reader, not the poem, that changes – thoughts on Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’.

‘If Days Were Delivered Like Parcels’ by Mike Finn

Some thoughts on ‘Shipped Oars’ by Conrad Ferdinand Meyer

‘Retire Meant?’ by Mike Finn

Some thoughts on ‘Friends – the reunion’ and a poem by Polly Clark

‘Waking to a day not my own’ by Mike Finn

‘On Being Unable To Write’ by Mike Finn

‘A Cat’s Secret Heart’ by Mike Finn