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	<title>Unshod Quills &#187; Ashley Bovan</title>
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		<title>Ashley Bovan</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 06:58:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Unshod Quills]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[UQ Compatriots]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ashley Bovan]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cardiff]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Dena Rash Guzman]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[photography]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Razor Dance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Secret Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Unshod Quills]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Wales]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[on the theme of Razor Dance Further Grid you take your bag and go you do not stop you do not sleep when you called when you asked when you wrote and asked what was it for what did the magic say you dance you shake dice you stir tea bathe in a coloured bath [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_1568" style="width: 490px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://www.literaryorphans.org/rookery/UnshodQuills/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/bovan.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-1568" title="bovan" src="http://www.literaryorphans.org/rookery/UnshodQuills/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/bovan.jpg" alt="" width="480" height="374" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">photo: Ashley Bovan - Secret Life</p></div>
<h5><strong>on the theme of Razor Dance</strong></h5>
<p><strong>Further Grid</strong></p>
<p>you take your bag<br />
and go you do not<br />
stop you do not<br />
sleep when<br />
you called when<br />
you asked when<br />
you wrote and asked<br />
what was it<br />
for what did<br />
the magic say you<br />
dance you shake<br />
dice you stir<br />
tea bathe<br />
in a coloured bath so<br />
dark so<br />
insular so<br />
unbroken so<br />
lost a song of light a<br />
song flickers to shadow<br />
diesel out and back<br />
nightline</p>
<p>___________</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<h5><strong>on the theme of Secret Life</strong></h5>
<p><strong>Untitled </strong></p>
<p>If you can’t sleep<br />
and you get up<br />
stand by the back door smoking<br />
and it’s a clear night<br />
with thousands of stars<br />
thousands<br />
and a breeze blows into the kitchen<br />
tinkles the little bells on a cord<br />
you bought from the hippy shop<br />
a gentle ringing<br />
and the stars</p>
<p>_______________</p>
<h5><strong>on the theme of Democracy</strong></h5>
<p><strong>Untitled </strong></p>
<p>I hate toast<br />
I would rather kill someone<br />
than have them make me toast<br />
I often wonder why they don’t get up early and leave<br />
instead of hanging around and making breakfast<br />
which means toast<br />
but then I remember I’m at their place<br />
and it should be me who’s getting up early and leaving</p>
<p>I keep some rose petals in my jacket pocket<br />
ready for such occasions<br />
to leave on the pillow<br />
Sometimes I write a poem and leave it<br />
but then I can’t remember the words when I get home<br />
and it could have been really useful<br />
like for winning a competition<br />
something important</p>
<p>______________________</p>
<p>On the theme of Cheese</p>
<p><strong>Untitled </strong></p>
<p>I am writing a poem with meter<br />
– it&#8217;s about a gasman</p>
<p>Author Biography</p>
<p>Ashley Bovan lives in Cardiff, writes poetry and takes photographs. He has been published in many journals and recently finished writing up his MA thesis.</p>
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