Author Archives: Paul John Roach

Raccoon, Poem by Paul John Roach

Raccoon With a three pronged garden tool I lifted the animal’s lumpish head beyond the chimney flange and it lay, pivoted on its neck, looking down on me, so young and light-eyed that it startled me into thinking it was still alive. I put the tool down and with a gloved hand gently pulled it […]

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