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Danny Meadows and Prunella See
Danny Meadows and Prunella See were sitting on the settee watching a 1970s movie called Danny Jones They were not sure what channel they had tuned into Life was a haze Prunella See was drinking Pepsi Ginger After complaining that it was too sweet Danny Meadows and Prunella See were walking along the busiest […]
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The Alice Poems
Alice in Pepsi Land Alice had a mass of ginger hair That stretched down to her waist She was drinking a Pepsi Max As she descended the long path Into the underworld Because it helped her to glow in the dark Tournament One Alice had a mass of ginger hair That stretched down to […]
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Adam and Eve
Adam and Eve visited my kitchen this morning They were sheltering from a violent storm Which was flooding the town They brought produce from their perfect garden And placed the fruits of the wilderness On my wooden table
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A Rocha
Você visitou Fátima hoje e se lembrou das crianças
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Purple Flowers
There are meadows near the canal That are covered with purple flowers The lucky trees overlook these fields of rest And the grasses now new Hear the muttered prayers Of those who did not return When you go home Tell them of us and say For your tomorrow We gave our today JM […]
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A Temporary Art Instillation
Today I purchased seven paperback books all written by Paulo Coelho I had no intention of reading the novels My intention was the create a temporary art installation I found a suitable path on Hungerford Common And randomly placed the seven books amongst the buttercups I took seven photographs from seven different angles And waited […]
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The Angela Field
Why have you never moved from Westbury? I have never had occasion to You have travelled far Were you never tempted? Often but Westbury is my home I am sad that my health does not allow me to fly Often I look at the sea and think that this sea runs into other seas and […]
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Angela Tree
I am in Buenos Aires visiting Angela Tree She lives in Argentina now After the war she married her doctor And left Westbury for good The air is good for her scarred lungs I told her time and time again Not to watch the bombers without me But she was wilful and sat in the […]
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Sitting in the Angela Tree
There is a field not far from the Westbury White Horse That used to be a wartime airfield Angela and I would climb a tree next to the railway line And watch the bombers as they took off heavy with their payloads The field is still there but it is no longer an airfield But […]
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Mother Russia
As I look over the fields of spring buttercups I remember my motherland I would have spilt blood for her But instead chose exile As I could no longer feel The bruised soil of my fathers AW 1938