Adam R. Charlton

Creative Writing

December Evenings

The sun sets on another low, ineffectual day, Over which its tired arc all but cleared the treetops. Here, in the twilight of the century’s sixteenth year, It seems one awakes to the dying of the light.   In the early gloom of every evening, Christmas decorations shimmer listlessly, Alone in a sad crowd of…

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Corbyn’s Labour cannot cope in this political climate

‘Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.’ So wrote WB Yeats nearly a century ago. If you believe in reincarnation, you could be forgiven for thinking that Yeats’ falcon did something awful, and was reborn…

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