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on summer
talk of clear blue skyand here it is, like crystaldevoid of hirundines ~ n.b. Where are the swallows, martins and swifts? I was lucky enough to hear their familiar squeals, then count seven swifts later this evening, but not a swallow or martin, above the houses, or down by the lakeside earlier. CLP 24/06/2022 →
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Contactless / Miradas-19
A pamphlet containing five of my poems from the first Covid-19 UK lockdown has been published in the ‘Unmasked Writings’ series by Egg Box Publishing of Norwich. The experiences of those days seem quite distant now. Having WordPress and you, its lovely online readers and writers, was a central part of the experience and crucial →
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Windows
close to midnighttwenty two degreesroof openwe roll down the windowsroll down the stripcruise control ontwenty mphcan’t find the musicshuffling through the dockwarehouses, flood lights, cctvcobbled streets, Trafalgar Squaredepeche modean abandoned town film seta lone riotous pub on the quaywe roll onlaughingnot street racing from the lightswe’re up to sixty, pluswe head West by North-westsea-salt thickening →
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on the strip
who needs Las Vegasburied deep in a desertwhen you’ve got GY? ~ JS & CLP 18/06/2022 →
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on luck
ten bob in two peespink panda from slot machinetaint of copper coins ~ n.b. You probably think that this little story deserves a footnote (and you’re probably correct), but it’s 22c, after midnight and I’m playing late night summer blues, so you’ll have to write your own this time, sorry. However, who knew one could →
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