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Nine Wooden Doors in Sandwich Kent
I am sending you a postcard which shows nine doors of various designs that can be found in the small town of Sandwich in Kent One of the doors is the entrance to the house of the Widow Roberts Does she still live at number sixty-two? She has never lived at number sixty-two Then advise […]
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The Purple Sash (Dream Stories Dover)
I was walking with the Queen and one of her dogs on the southern downs After about an hour we passed a Spanish woman in a white cotton dress She had a deep purple sash hanging from one of her slender shoulders Our visit seemed to surprise her and she wept for a while The […]
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August
August is the assassin’s month and as soon as the month arrived I began planning my next task A year had passed since my last assassination and I knew that the authorities were expecting me The large houses on the main street provided me with ample cover as I prepared my rifle I am […]
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Land Muse
On clay hoof the easy paced horses made their way through the muddy fields July had surprised everybody by being wetter than expected The warmer weather had lingered for a while in the southern counties But was soon cloaked by the grey clouds that arrived on the west wind Aurora the goddess of the […]
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The Kingsdown Poems
I am sitting in front of The Zetland Arms listening to a Leonard Cohen song Dance Me to the End of Love rolls gently across the beach and dies quietly in the breeze You are sitting on a memory bench looking out to sea We exchange no words but I know that you are thinking […]
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Lansdowne Dream
She stood naked on the brow of the hill Admired but untouched by those who passed her I watched her through my large sheet window Hello my name is Ralph Storm I am a retired merchant of Caribbean descent Near my kate gate was bringing the poor girl refreshment For the city was hot that […]
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Characters from Blake and Other Thoughts
July 5th Today finds the author on a field trip in deepest Wiltshire he and his colleagues are awaiting for their equipment which has yet to arrive Whilst others pass the time writing letters to their loved ones or enjoying the comforts of a very hot day the author is reading through his book of […]
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The Poetry Field
You are now cushioned by waves of honey coloured wheat From my vantage I can see the doomed swimmers
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Sleeping at Bedwyn Railway Station on a Summer’s Afternoon
During the recent spell of very hot weather I found myself walking in the Wiltshire countryside It was almost musical The hot winds were dancing with the golden wheatfields But the distant trees remained still That was one of the many mysteries I faced that day However I was required elsewhere I am always required […]
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The Beatification of Father Etienne Pernet
Sammi Coconut and Precious Glass were swimming naked in the lake where a King once drowned As they swam they could see two cops standing above their abandoned clothes taking notes Do you think that we are in trouble for swimming without clothes? I doubt it they are probably waiting for us to come ashore […]