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VENICE – THE CITY THAT WALKS ON WATER

Venezia .  .  . When you first see Venice shimmering in the sun, it is a city walking on water. Your first inclination demands you weep  and if heaven is a more endless sight then only those with broken hearts … Continue reading

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HONEY POT

> << The uncomfortable truth like a swollen river flooding carries purpose with waste and a tune you may only whistle <<< >>> No one can hold a soft, black moth or a paper fly in a calloused hand without … Continue reading

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THE OLD OAK TREE

.. . The old oak tree makes an ancient eery sound Its roots spread out deep within the ground .. . The great old oak tree standing sound and true I wish something like that could be said of . … Continue reading

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SELFIE

SELfIE Entangled, overwhelmed, a picture in mezzotint dove grey – bordered in the usual way of men and women and games they play Of piano-moods or senseless abandon where the wicked transgress and say it is not so ^ ^ … Continue reading

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COMMON PEOPLE

Common People The common man is hidden He hides Society once dressed him in grey And navy But now out of the magician’s hat Badly free Punctured skin and stored notes NHS notes Honey bee hives, sweet and gammy Political … Continue reading

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NATREANA

Natreana Eberus, a tall, lithe warrior dressed in fur and dusted by the plains of Maraballa, knelt and looked far beyond the purple hills of Sysophola. His heart was heavier than the cargo of a sea barge drifting on the … Continue reading

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SPYTONE 1003

SPYTONE 1003 I live in the somewhere else in the in-between I walk like a ghost dream like a host to an alien form my allegiance torn my purpose born but not discovered  ¤  ¤  ¤  ¤  ¤  ¤ I … Continue reading

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ALBION : the rich man’s son

ALBION : THE RICH MAN’S SON Ψ Ψ Ψ Ψ Ψ ‘Fiddlesticks and fannies’ young Marmaduke the king won’t speak well a’ yourn nor will he offer coin he rewardeth only those who subjugate themselves show proper deference to the throne … Continue reading

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TRASH MAN …

The Trash Man nnn I am a bin man taking the trash Loading up on peoples throw-outs I seen my share of care Fourteen cents and a dollar bill In the back pocket of a pair of strides and a … Continue reading

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CONCERNING ANDRIOSE and METHUEN

BALADIN’S DREAM PART Ⅲ Concerning Andriose and Methuen  *   *   * A step as light as caused not lily leaf to tremor A lithe and subtle frame, a skip, and measured step, a gate so gracious, so soft, latent … Continue reading

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