Danny Metcalfe
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At The Turkish Café.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeI am sat by the window in a Turkish café. I order a vegetarian platter and a chamomile tea. I have a starter of bread and olive oil. The scent .. |
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The Mad Moonlight of Spring.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeI was prince of secrets and knew all but my own. It was the roots of many a thorny heart, the morrowthat spells the turning of the morn. Through winte.. |
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Here is a Banana.A Story by Danny MetcalfeAvery youngman had been trying to peel a banana for three days for he was hungry. It takes great skill to peel a banana. Knowing there is no banana. T.. |
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Novelty.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeThe applause made of marble existed in the form of evolutionand so remained the smell of heaven. The sweet air, the taskthat fortune brings to life, g.. |
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The Roman Century.A Story by Danny MetcalfeAmelia Aldaine lived in an eleventh-floor apartment. The apartment had a balcony--- From it you could see the tall buildings of the city and on days w.. |
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Moths to a flame.A Story by Danny MetcalfeClarence was still on the wine. He was becoming more and more drunk and by the time he had finished his meal his charm had turned sour. ‘’.. |
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One Winter's Evening.A Story by Danny MetcalfeOne winter’s evening I was walking the streets of my quaint village. The snow was falling. The beauty of the snow rang gentle the sparkle of my .. |
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The Colossus Choir.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeI heard the song of the colossus choir. Singing in proverbs stolen from the abyss. The sombre day renewing and so we loved the force that approaches, .. |
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The Apotheosis.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeI.The daughters of the sun are pregnant.Their bellies ripe with the warmth of silent fires. I warm my hands upon its shadows; and there remained joy, .. |
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The Real Thing.A Story by Danny MetcalfeThere is a certain kind of death before life. Akin to the idea of time. Before birth there lays the eternal individual, there in the mouth of heaven, .. |
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