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Alice in the Garden of England
Alice skipped along the road that led from the red windmill to the tall poplar trees that stood majestically next to the quiet river The busy road was not very romantic but had to agree with Alice that the dreaming hot fields were quite timeless Do you know what H E Bates said of Kent […]
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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 granddaughter 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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New York Poems
Sinfonietta Z on Bedford Street Regina B is sitting on her balcony Smoking a joint She is writing a short story About the life and death Of her albino brother She has called the story Sinfonietta Z on Bedford Street Willoughby Willoughby used to keep a pigeon loft On the roof of his apartment […]
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Le Mer
The sea is a hypocrite She is a bandit who shows no mercy Even the sea birds Avoid mentioning her name When they deliver the souls Of those who die at sea to their home ports Only madmen should love the sea and her fickle ways And even they should know better Written […]
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The Resort Balthazar
My wife was reading a book about a Victorian clergyman named Balthazar who in his thirty-sixth year suddenly developed a passion for fishing She was sitting on our balcony overlooking the beach with the slight green book on her lap It is rather cloudy at present will it lift? Yes the cloud burns back quite […]
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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 […]
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The Middle of the World
Unkempt Koithko On my first day in the seminary he took the register and told us that if we were going to hang ourselves then it was better to use a strong well made rope over a metre in length He had tried it himself with a shorter less sturdy rope and had failed Unkempt […]