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Along with the daily feature articles from our columnists, read works from our past contributors in the categories of prose, poetry and visual art, alongside interviews and other musings.

 

Dear Alan

"Following is a love letter to my late grandfather who had dementia for many years before he passed away." - written by Rox Kashun.

if she was a fire – warm, sizzling, welcoming – you were a candle, a gentle and proud flame.

bright, screaming giggles littered your flowerbeds in 1997

when us girls danced through them, careful of our knees and your budding forget-me-nots.

“don’t jump in”, my mother warned as i flirted with the edge of your pond,

eyes flickering back to glass doors. to you.

a master of sound, your nimble fingers pressing against ivory

as renditions of Beethoven trickled outside.

your hands were your tools.  once a miner, huddled in tunnels under liverpool, once a farmer, cradling skittish baby lambs  and once a bus driver, a grey-haired giant  carefully commanding schools of unruly teenagers.

to us, you were mozart. a skilled dart-player –

a wistful librarian, a quiet buddhist.

the cruelest way to die is the death before death; the theft of a mind, a slow car accident – a heap of broken memories regulated to ash.

your lilting accent became a cracked nothing.  words congealed in your chest at the end.  instead we linked little fingers. love transferred by fingertips.

palms and psalms. 

our final song.

Rox Kashun is a poet from the South of England.

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