Nigel Fisher

Rookie (26th May 1956 / London, England. GB.)

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The England I grew up in no longer exists, some of my earliest memorys are of the London fog or 'smog' as they called it. The winters were cold and we nearly always had snow. I suppose we noticed the weather more because we had no central heating. I made it my job to light the coal fire every morning, it was great fun as we had a gadget known as a gas poker, a poker with fire blazing from holes in... more »

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Brian. [r.I.P.]

What motivated him to lie?
Tales of friends in the east,
strange bearers of gifts.
A brother hanged.
I saw his childhood home and knew.

Precise rapid questions - he can't slow me down,
keeping pace - answers contradictory, random,
I sense his fear, he feels the trap,
doesn't he know that questions do not harm?
It is the answers he gives -
that kill!

He writhes and struggles - the death throws... are upon him.
The mask, once proud, respected is cracking,
with sharp stacato sound it shatters
Integrity and self respect lost in an ...

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