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She couldn’t believe I’d collected her poems. I tried to persuade her to submit them to a proper publishing house but she refused. Afraid of failure, afraid of everything. Steve Moran took over. Vanity publishing. A big launch. What did it mean in the end? Another crutch.

Silverfish

In the moon skidding hours

I collect silverfish

Somersaulting silverfish

Disco dancing silverfish

Flick flash

Across the ash

And embers dead

Of hearth and home

Sliding in and sliding out

In chink and eave

In weft and weave

Snug in a rug

Smug bugs

In crevices that bleed the night.

Hurry scurry

Playing hide but do not seek us.

Silver scales

Flick flash

Slick slash

Dancing lancing silverfish

Thrashing, slashing twitch-blade runners.