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YES, I’M SURE IT IS VERMILLION!

Yes, I’m Sure It Is Vermillion … ~~~ I had spent at least an hour in this hot mustard, salad-sun While two small flies made circles around my sweaty head The August corn waving tall and tidy, a yellow sea, … Continue reading

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THE ARTIST

 THE artist           ..                 .. I am the artist   I am the window I am the camera   I am the cymbal I am the mother   I … Continue reading

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THE POET

   The Poet     Yes, the poet knows solitude The hard side of the wood The rough side and callow, the bare and the rawhide splintered, sore and fallow .. He knows silent winters Honest earth, bitten raw Hooded … Continue reading

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SHE WAS …

She was Caught between two schools, or stools, Of thought and age, of custom and practice, Wrested from her sex, hers and the image Her culture and influence, shocking! Amy’s tallow flickered in the half light Of obscurity and fame, … Continue reading

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THE DIARY

THE DIARY – MY DIARY Tristan’s savage sonnets play The rocky face of Alba’s coast While Mr. Machievalas trips into view On a new red street in Bermondsey West The police were wandering around there in 1973 But lately, only 2 … Continue reading

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WAVES

  WAVES Countless, phosphorous, rushing and over the smooth stones, they fall Overlapping earth boundaries wearing at the harsh edge of form Gathering, shaping, smoothing destinies, times mementos Here they lift, there they fail each one a measured throw a … Continue reading

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CHRYSALID

CHRYSALID … The open wound healed and the taut, pale skin grew faintly over Foreign fingers still felt for that awkward pain like a summer lover Quiet amateurs, just sad explorers who never quite reach above Likened to madmen who … Continue reading

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IF TRUTH WERE TOLD

If Truth Were Told … If truth were told      Humankind would stand free      Armies would surrender arms           People freed would be      Light released could filter      Society’s ills … Continue reading

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LEAVING .. .

Introduction: I wrote this piece in 1990 to describe the feeling that everything is moving away from us, everything is in retreat. The ‘Expanding Universe’ or at least the theory of  ‘Blue Shift’ indicates that at least by stealth everything is in retreat. … Continue reading

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REJECTION

Rejection .. .. That bad winter when the snow was piled high was the first shot It ricocheted on ice leaving a double echo hanging in the frozen air as it slid, an arctic sidewinder, the full length of a tortured … Continue reading

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