Monthly Archives: September 2020

I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE

I, I AM WILLIAM BLAKE … Sweet bird of youth, I attend your birth and watch thee grow As fond as any doe or any love that I in honour still may show The amplitude of life, either ascending or descending … Continue reading

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ODE TO LEXY

ODE TO LEXY She is a beautiful girl is Lexy, hair in waves, as dark as Irish peat Her tiny feet, she can run to greet you in the pale morning Such a beautiful girl is my Lexy, as warm … Continue reading

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THE ART MAN #1

THE ART MAN – 1 … THE PICTURE OF JESUS . A look of recognition, the sun streaming making abstract shapes on the new, suspended ceiling, a Miro! She stepped through the door, I harboured a good feeling, a pantechnicon … Continue reading

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PURITY

PURITY There was a red stain on Jessica’s dress, it grew, an inkblot, a tattoo, a cloud above the East Fen and it travelled slowly above a spread table where the community were gathered Ben Dawlish, whose whiskers fawn and … Continue reading

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MY POSITION

my position a minimalist study in dialectics and peace control ———————————————————————————— my employer decided not to trade my job description was terminated temporarily my employer wishes for me to work somewhere else under the same contract my contract does not … Continue reading

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I, A SKINHEAD IN CROYDON TOWN – 1968

I, A SKINHEAD IN CROYDON TOWN – 1968 SUB HEADINGS : when Croydon was Reggae City – the Boss and Scottie … On the London Road, south of Brixton, eight mile north of Coulsdon South Two friends had slipped the … Continue reading

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ORION SPEAKS

. . ORION SPEAKS . … It would take too much time to tell the tall man all the mighty moments he had stored Aboard the centrifugal, the stargate frugal, the narrowest way known to heaven And he surrounded with … Continue reading

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