Poetry – Feel
I feel something Something distant, like voices muffled behind a wall; An unhatched egg; A mosquito buzzing; An echo inside
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Poetry – Carbon Footprint
30 May 2008 If I had them I would bang together dustbin lids in frantic defiance of 1am and The
Chapel Bridge – Fenland
Chapel Bridge. It faces East. I have sat there, watching The subtle Soul of ancient landscapes – history etched into
Poetry – Cherry Tree Road
Between ecstasy and hellI have foundthis flat place of mud grey horizons.Colourless plateau;A space in-between.A place neither here nor there,A
Poetry – Tonight The Wind
Tonight, the wind is a criminal thing, elementally cruel, horribly insane it kicks and it slashes at fragile things, like
Time
time is on firea sudden reunion of past and present;an explosion of experience ripped ragged and rawthe present a blur