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Stephen and the Sea Urchins
Nature in itself has many signatures some are simple and others are much more complex In car parks for instance the sequential numbers that are stenciled onto the rough walls begin to fade after a few years Yet the car park is still functional This worries me a great deal as I often study sea […]
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Deep Sea Diver
Since my youngest years I have always left my final sweet alone And hope that it admires the randomness of my gesture This also applies to confectionary that falls from my grasp In my view these sweets have escaped and are now free Quite often I pick up sea shells on the beaches near […]
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Haiku
fine rain falls gently silver silent skies linger winter leaves shiver
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The Lower Seasons
Not many of us enjoy the lower seasons Yet I am quite fond of them There is an honesty to be found during these shorter months Which is absent when the air is warm Spring and Summer both enjoy their unique theatre But I have always enjoyed more intimate auditoriums
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The Haunted Book
Many years ago I visited a small bookshop which was part of the Ealing Common Underground Station. […]
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Memorable Robots
My friend vanished just over five years ago whilst hunting unicorns I told him that they were mythical creatures but he did not listen to me Chile is a vast country and I know that I have no hope of finding him He told me that he wanted his ashes scattered at sea I was […]
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A Cat Without Claws
The sun did not want to leave my town today It held the frozen night at bay for many hours I saw the beauty of the winter in all its simplicity How I envied the energy of the cat without claws
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Avignon & After
During my recent visit to Avignon the temperatures in the city exceeded forty degrees The Avignon Festival had began and the city was buzzing Roads and squares had become venues for street theatre and concerts And all available walls had become gallery spaces On the final day of our visit I purchased a book of […]
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Mr and Mrs Muirhead
Mr and Mrs Muirhead lived at 15 Railway Cutting Road in Cambridge They had lived there for fifteen years with their son Jack Both were keen gardeners and each Winter they would haunt their rear garden In search of primroses and other early Spring flowers On the fifteenth of January Mr Muirhead found a solitary […]
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Red Insect
A small red insect no bigger than a pencil point was moving slowly across the thin cream curtains in my bedroom In the garden outside my friends were listening to haunting guitar music Which was being played by a girl called Pony She was topless as always and was in full view of the road […]