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May Day, Bognor Regis
Pink petals wild blown accumulate in drifts fill gutters, kerbs billow into puffed up pillows. Bared bottom leaves tilt up and wiggle, pale undersides frolic nude. Baited by sunlight, naked limbs are dared to risk exposure so piercing beams, when whisked up with sea-cooled gusts, buff white skin pink. CLP 01/05/2018 Read more
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Woodpecker
Can you hear the knocking? Reverberating, Fading thocking? Nature’s glockenspiel. CLP 04/03/2018 Read more
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Giardino Maria Luisa Fagnocchi Rava
A fatica Mi distacco da te e nel pensiero dell’ultima ora ti porteró nel cuore (M L Fagnocchi, Ravenna, fulgida d’oro) – – – – – – – – – – – – And finally Amidst accumulated Alpine snows At the last hour You open your heart to Love. CLP 05/04/2018 In response to Read more
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Tonight Live at Institut de Beauté…
the IMMUTABLE FAMILY Supported by OBLIVIOUS DAD CAREER-BREAK MUM Introducing by special invitation for one night only The Other Men Also featuring THE SULLEN KIDS CouldaWouldaShoulda The Lame Excuses MOTEL MATCHES PUBLIC INTIMACY ERRORS OF JUDGEMENT The Sympathetic Neighbours FUCK THE MORTGAGE!! Opiate Overdose and Strangely Peaceful… CLP 03/04/2018 N.B. The prompt today from http://www.napowrymo.net Read more
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Echoes
Off tops of greening trees Across fresh flowering fields Over rushing muddied streams I hear her. The broad expanse of Verdant chalk down rolling Rounded curves and valleys Carry her voice. She wheels above Unseen against high bright sun In glaring blue Feathered fingers, arc’d wings Float in thermal pools Circular drifting Her broadcast presence Read more
Journey of Words 