Philip DundasMay 19, 20231 minlove poemsmoon That night⎯ the night he came back. Standing at the door, saying he wanted to stay, ‘Could I? Please.’ Uncertain for a moment, I...
Philip DundasApr 13, 20233 minThe Tamer - a poemWhen I was a cub you reared me by hand Teaching me to feel no pain, So that when you whipped me, I would forget. Parading in your top...
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Philip DundasMay 28, 20221 minThe BuchailleEach vertebrae and tendon is stretched taut in the ascent. Movement hugged into the spirit from whence it came, each manoeuvre, like a...