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Ink
Thermuthis dusted her poems with sand She was now alone on the train Only the androids kept her company But she did not require their attention As they did not understand fully The dreams of the black ink That she used when writing About her many journeys
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New York Stories 2
Larry Donovan Bridge Jumper (1862-1888) I have done two really stupid things in my life which might have endangered my life. The first was when I was thirteen years old and I was dared (and offered money) to climb along the outside of a railway bridge in my home town That was a stupid thing […]
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New York Poems Two
The Still Centre of Maggie Paul Maggie Paul haunted the waterfronts In search of Terry Malloy But she could not find him She was not even in the right place Johnny Friendly warned her to stay away But she ignored him and was beaten up So she planned his assassination From her room on W […]
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Williamsburg Bridge
My daughter and granddaughters are running across this bridge There is a terrific wind blowing down the East River It reminds me of a scene from the French movie Jules et Jim When Jeanne Moreau Oskar Werner and Henri Serre Run across an anonymous bridge in Paris History always repeats itself
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New York Stories
The Man from Laramie Joe Graham is a very successful artist who paints out of a loft in Manhattan He is most probably the best known artist in New York at present In his work he uses only pinks and mauves as well as vivid greens and midnight blues The results are visually stunning and […]
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Travelling to the New World
Very soon the sidewalks of New York Will greet Steve and Stevie for the first time They will boast of the subways and the buildings tall Of their endless streets and the urban sprawl You will visit Macy’s Tiffany’s and Bloomingdales Where hopefully the fun toys are in the sales They will recommend a park […]
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The Horse and Angel Poem
After the fire Only the urn remained Stained It had held the tender ashes Of a pink angel Who had been expelled From her gentle world For her coloured crimes She had hit the ground With too much force And had been trampled to death By a startled horse Written on a napkin by […]
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Donald Duck ate my Porridge
JDS You appeared to be hiding from the world Or was the world hiding from you? Royalty Have you noticed when reading history books about royalty That they often marry before going to war Curtains One only finds darkness behind curtains during the night This is one of God’s funniest jokes Donald Duck ate my […]
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The Premature Ossification of a Railway Station
I had the traditional modesty of a girl-moon and was distressed at my full exposure in the heavens My full charms were there for all to see The darkness no longer protected me So I sought concealment behind a cloud I was bare in the vault of the heavens But the cloud I chose concealed […]
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Two poems and a short story written whilst travelling to Bath on the 22nd of March 2017
Battle Song David and Lisa were near the city of Ratisbon They had been exploring the area for a few hours David was carrying a paperback book detailing all of Napoleon’s battles whilst Lisa was carrying a slim volume of poetry by Robert Browning Do you realise that Napoleon stood on one of these mounds […]