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    Six Months in Wigan
    Six Months in Wigan
    Six Months in Wigan
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    Six Months in Wigan

    By K. Scott Fuchs

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    A collection of poetry about love, failed romance, loss, depression, and finding peace.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKeith Fuchs
    Release dateDec 31, 2023
    ISBN9798223811244
    Six Months in Wigan
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    K. Scott Fuchs

    K. Scott Fuchs is a novelist, poet, and performer. Time and Temperance is his first novel released; the follow-up prequel sequel, Mrs. Coleman of Coalbrookdale is set to be released in early 2024. He is also the author of the poetry compilations, Six Months in Wigan and Poetry from Ryecroft Hall which are also forthcoming.

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      Book preview

      Six Months in Wigan - K. Scott Fuchs

      A Life Sentence

      A word in a line,

      Signed and dated -

      My heart has been eviscerated.

      The Spire of Standish

      I can peer up at the chapel steeple and marvel in the nave and the chancel -

      But seldom supress what cannot be explicated in expansile -

      And still the dull throbbing; the recapitulated duress

      That paralyzes in place and leaves no way to rest -

      Tremors ripple the ground under,

      Disrupting slumber and weighing felicity asunder

      Once upon a time, there was excitement and wonder

      A ballerina, a figurine, now weaving through memory,

      Dancing onward to the lonely melody, that follows me closely -

      It's background sound accompanies the back-streets frequented,

      The beaches visited, and the merriment of accomplishment

      The bench where we sat, the halls where we met,

      and your home, another amongst a row -

      Of those that I've never known -

      I pass by and stop, not just a mere blur whizzing by on the road

      Regardless of the distance travelled or the shape of the bend of the curve -

      You are in the accents I've heard and the actions observed,

      A baseline of syncopations; a baseless invocation

      Rooted in patience, facing life without a beautiful face whence

      It's been six months, soon a year or a decade since,

      Wondering all the while, what could have been....

      A Poem in Her Memory Box

      A breath, a wish

      Expressed in a kiss

      Formed on her lips.

      Her eyes sparkle with vigour -

      Her irises shine with insight and gentleness

      Inviting me to dive into the blue

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