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(Spontaneous write)

(An old friend, soon to be felled)

i found myself revisiting the Royal Free a brisk five minute walk from the bustle of Camden Town tube ten years down the track of no com..

look into the open heart of a camellia in full bloom what do you see within the strata of soft silk perfection a loveliness like a chirpin..

a stampede across night’s tired face hides moon’s lucent lunar light chariots of moving menace driven at speed by wailing winds ..

oh the times I have contemplated the picnic that never was played it out in my imagination felt the breeze tickling my exposed toes in the h..

(It’s my version of the truth:)

(For K G a dear friend)

this index finger on my write hand settles on words written in bold black ink tracing the pathway of a poet’s pen in slow motion and ..

come spring when climes on skin are cool when sun is hesitant to rise there trellised to a garden wall an evergreen which bursts in bloom abun..