Ken Simm. : Writing

An Acoustic Summer in America. A Seventies Story.

An Acoustic Summer in America. A Seventies Story.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


You wore my shirt for a year whilst I painted. And made an embroidered skirt from my jeans. You were frightened above the morning mist and th..
This is the Age. A Seventies Story. Part Three.

This is the Age. A Seventies Story. Part Three.

A Story by Ken Simm.


Part 3. The RSM paused whilst issuing instructions to one of the squaddies at his feet. I too, paused in fear and trepidation. Had war b..
This is the Age. A Seventies Story Part Two.

This is the Age. A Seventies Story Part Two.

A Story by Ken Simm.


Part 2. The train labouriously crept into the acid yellow, artificially lit, diesel smoke, train station. Chugging back on itself several t..
This is the Age. A Seventies Story. Part One.

This is the Age. A Seventies Story. Part One.

A Story by Ken Simm.


Yes, another one with a late seasonal aspect.
The Falling Once

The Falling Once

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Ancient.
a Ceremony of Skies

a Ceremony of Skies

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Always travelling
Time Gazing

Time Gazing

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Hazy coloured light through old places and air moving in straight lines. All the persistent paintings I have not done. Only the arguements of t..
Her

Her

A Poem by Ken Simm.


A note played once deepening In a passionate sky A universe of burning spaces And tidal wanderings Chiming words whispered inside yo..
Recognised Sky

Recognised Sky

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Something sudden in the moment. A suggestion from a friend.

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