a ruddy cheeked farm girl was building a dry stone wall

her only refreshment was a flask of black coffee

southgate-long street

street names are all essentially the same

the regeneration of james p grace  

as he travelled on a bus he saw a poster of beethoven

middle-maze

middle-gaze

a boy from the vincent house said that he visited the village often

i sees im before i git on the train

croft-mead

croft-seed

the big butchers in bassett buried burt

said the local paper in bold headlines

i never knew burt

but purchased meat from his shop in bassett

a group of eight ramblers were heading towards their destination

they had blue rutsacks

fringed in green

as they passed the catkins

the dust covered their clothes

i make rose hip syrup

i loves me dandelion wine   

a single white horse had been cut into the hillside

i waited for it to trot towards market

it stayed still

i went hungry

venice graphics

venice barracks

graphic barracks

venice venice

i have yet to find a venice street in this city  

two sisters sit opposite each other taking tea

they do not speak

you loved me one

i await the confirmation of circles

a musician in a fedora hat sits with his dark haired girlfriend

they too are taking tea

i listen to their conversation

which is about music

the girl is with child

but does not know

her daughter will be a musician

yesterday the city was sunny but today it is damp

a misty rain has made the roads gleam

even though the light is poor

as i walk i can see the footsteps of others

they are making history in this city of the caesars

the bitterness of diamonds

sixty-four years ago my parents attended an exhibition

which was held by the river in the capital city

i had not been born but attended nonetheless

they purchased a commemorative medal for me

which i carry with me each day

in the shop on the bridge in the city

i found an identical medal which i purchased

i now carry both medals in my pocket

my parents knew the rosenberg’s

sing-sing

sing-sing

they used to sing to me when i was in the pram

i am now in retreat

and enjoy my life travelling backwards