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James G Harvey
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Large lump of English oak with similar sensitivities, explores finding his heart.
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History graduate, history, the second world war, family, mother. grandmother, sisters, Tony Harrison, Shakespeare, George Orwell, John Steinbeck, Dylan Thomas.
Birth Place: Birmingham, UK
Accomplishments: Fatherhood, BA (Hons),
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Poetry
Not Close by James G Harvey
My twin brother was lost in a war in the 1980's...
A poem condemned to die as a condition of its creation by James G Harvey
Just a flight of fancy imagining the poet as fearful lover. Terrified and tantalised in equal measure....
A Ballad of tiny avarice and huge deception by James G Harvey
In the UK in 2009 we had a massive scandal, provoked by one of our newspapers, when they unearthed expenses 'irregularities' by our elected politicians. It caused a stink and covered up a real crim...
Bill Gates has poetry in his soul by James G Harvey
A true story about how Bill Gates made me softer than I might otherwise have been....
Textual harassment by James G Harvey
I raced through a station on a train and saw a strikingly beautiful woman on the platform. As we 'met', eye to eye, for a split-second, she received a text message from who knows where. She reache...
Is it really the tree's fault by James G Harvey
A short poem about how people can sometimes blame the symptom and not cause. Some 'industrial language' contained.
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A simple death in London by James G Harvey
Southampton Row is a fabulous part of London, on a hot, summer day, all dust and traffic. I sat in a slowly moving taxi for what seemed like an age. Then I saw the corpse....
Utensils when what you really want is gold by James G Harvey
I found a knife in a kitchen drawer the other day. It was one that my mother used to feed the family. It made me think of her, and think of what food means....
Washed up on a beach by James G Harvey
It's a song about whittling away at something until it looks like the thing you thought it looked like when you found it....
Dagenham Toilet - or how art will find a way by James G Harvey
It's a sad little poem about car factories and their effect on the the people (me included) that work(ed) there....
Playing with words by James G Harvey
I can't imagine what life would be like if words rejected me....
Hand Grenade by James G Harvey
A tragedy in a family can do many things, that ring down the years. Maybe that's the sound I can still hear 33 years later....
Mom's and the awful selfishness of teenagers by James G Harvey
There's no real explanation needed here. Guilt and sympathy combined, for the younger me that hurt his mother without thinking....
Travelling Backwards on Trains by James G Harvey
It's a question that I asked myself one day. Why do I always choose the rear facing seat when travelling on a train? I found the answer!...
Joseph's Trilogy by James G Harvey
We lost our second child at birth. We named him Joseph. ...
Rise by James G Harvey
It's a message to myself....
Not Close, but closer now by James G Harvey
I 'lost' my twin brother in a war in 1982. The rest is explained for anyone who feels they should have been closer to someone they loved before they lost them....
Not Afraid- just terrified by James G Harvey
A poem about London, 9/11, terrorism and fear. And my unmanly response to all of the above....
October Song by James G Harvey
It's a description of a, typically English, autumn day. When even the trees seemed tired of the inevitable and repetitive shift to a cold winter....
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Links
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My testing space for friends, family and regular readers.
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Jim Harvey as Professional Person
Pith and pomposity on my professional fields of expertise- Consulting and Presenting.
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Anthology Number 1
Work in progress
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Contact
Information
Allcow Communications
1, Herne Rd OUNDLE
Peterborough
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