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Around Midnight
timing was never more important than opportunity when hungry we ate out, or would grab something maybe just an amuse-bouche at the bus shelter, a first course perhaps irrespective of weather because hungry is no respecter of climate we always ate together we rarely went without without in sun, the rain, the snow until naturally →
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On Water xii
dirty old canal lone Wellington boot floats questions unanswered ~ CLP 21/04/2021 →
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At the platform there stood the London train
…the London train that was packed with people people with different places to go places thronged with colleagues and / or friends friends some new, some known for years years that have fallen like blossom blossom scented with childhood memories memories diffused by time and tide tide that swept clear a foreign shore a foreign →
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On Hope Sparked In a Slowly Fracturing Heart
How to shift / this heavy shroud / darkening day / shadowing night eyes blinded / purgatory / lived in present / desolation sunlight floods bedroom / I awake / stiffened resolve / choice exists ~ n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty Prompt: Sijo to your heart’s content: 3/4/4/4 3/4/4/4 5/3/4/3 ~ CLP 20/04/2021 →
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On Water x
night oils the river dark thoughts patrol between banks let us not go there ~ n.b. Dedicated to You Little Charmer because her writing makes me laugh…and cry. ~ CLP 19/04/2021 →
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Look Inside
Unbutton the coat buttons, unwrap the scarf pull off the pullover fold back the shirt dig deeper ease through the epidermis hop by the heart by-pass the ribs dip past the diaphragm get into the gut see what we carry? thirteen hundred and more micro-organisms thriving doing our dirty work while we worry about making →
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On Water viii
a true reflection or mask of what lies beneath? skin-deep beautiful ~ CLP 17/04/2021 →
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On Moonshine
two-faced accomplice to seducers’ silver tongues dusty pockmarked lump ~ n.b. How many false promises has the Moon encouraged forth, not least from poets? NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Seventeen: The Moon. ~ CLP 17/04/2021 →
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Night Words After The Diner
The whisky went straight to my legs my eyes, my arms, my tongue I was experiencing things differently Felt Earth spinning off its axis It became a place I did not know Did I need more drinking practice? ~ n.b. Night photo was taken to capture the empty street scene, but it came out weird, →
Journey of Words 