‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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its a bailey … using no traditional punctuation

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a swopit knight on horseback

… blur   the pop group   blur   produced an album called modern life is rubbish  ◉     there are so many things about life today that are rubbish   that get us depressed and low   ◉   am i the only one who remembers life as a simpler study   ◉   who remembers certain childhood memories with a desperation and an overwhelming longing to be walking to school again   eight years old in wellington boots while ribbons of frost hang from the park woods and spiders webs glisten    swaying in the soft breeze and the morning sun   ◉   i am eight years old and there is no perceived threat   no one as far as i know has learned that word   paedofile   goddam those perverts   ◉   i love the crunching noise my boots make in the fresh fallen snow and looking back breathing clouds   to see the trail i   and only i have made across that wonderful grassy   but for today white parkland that i was so lucky enough to enjoy as a child   ◉   my brother had played a roundhead in a pageant for the anniversary of my childhood school   ◉   he and a pal had to run from the oak woods to the pond at the lower end of that same local park   for a cavalier to shoot him with a replica musket   it produced a sharp crack that resounded across the park to where we all stood watching    a puff of grey smoke came from the gun and my brother had to fall like a dead man wearing his realistic roundhead helmet suede tunic   brown  baggy britches and thigh high leather boots   ◉   i was so proud of my brother that day and so sad that he had fallen in battle   ◉   i was almost as proud of him as that day he bought me a swoppet knight on horseback at the local toy shop when i was 5 years and heard i was going into hospital to have my adenoids removed   ◉   this was just days after christmas and we walked together for probably the only time that day in the dark evening to the toy store   right next to that same gorgeous park and those same adorable woods that i walked through to school every morning  ◉   the toy shop was owned by a tall   happy   man whose head was shiny   like jupiter ◉   he had a mellow rich voice   a happy chuckle and a glint in his eye   ◉   i sorta loved that man and my visits to his shop   ◉   i could say that then and will still say it now also because i dont believe he was a jimmy saville   or a lecherous beast   ◉   modern life sure is rubbish   …

…  its a bailey  …   october 9 2012 writtenbyedenbray

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#Authors Note:  I have never had much of a problem thinking outside of the box as a writer, believing it is the writers privilege to occasionally make new rules, stretch the truth, embellish the action, colour inside the story lines and maybe join a few extra dots here and there.

I have also considered normal punctuation at times a tiresome bind, especially when writing poetry and so when the idea popped into my head to attempt my own version of punctuation I decided I would give it a try in a collection of poetic memoirs I wrote and entitled ~ Bailey’s ~ to add a kind of Dickensian, literary quality to these brief but informative, starkly honest, thumbnail recollections of early events in my life.

Other than that, the stories should speak for themselves, as hopefully you will find the punctuation does. Watch out for no capitals, comers or full-stops, small pause spacers and the bullet-point long-pause paragraph markers. Other than that please enjoy! 

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