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Travelling North
You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Oxford With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction […]
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Margate in Blue
Her father was a mathematician Her mother sold oranges at a local fair We had been intimate for many years Although she shared her life with others On her birthday she walked naked from the bath Across a crowded room And was applauded for her vanity I am sitting on her harbour arm Sipping […]
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St Margaret’s Bay
The Girl from Boston What are reading dear boy? The Girl from Boston a rather trashy novel dating from the late sixties Are you enjoying it? It is very much of its time It is like watching a B movie One does not expect too much Please read me a sentence from your book Stuart […]
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The Squirrel and the Seagull
Go on go I dare you The seagull was speaking to a timid squirrel I cannot see the road and am aware that there might be traffic The seagull flew upwards almost vertically High above the houses that lined the quiet avenue It is clear in both directions The squirrel ran blindly into the road […]
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Margate Two
Blue Margate Bleak Turner rests safely in his gallery Margate is going about its daily business The skies are darkening Christmas is not far away Only the dedicated are using the beach There is no light today It is hidden behind the autumn curtains Conversation Overheard at Margate Railway Station You were there […]
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Cuentos Espanoles
Cuentos Espanoles Solange knew that she would not find many orchids in France So she travelled to Spain Objective behaviour was required There was no room for error Various orchids attempted to be original But she did not fall for their vanities Cuentos Espanoles Spanish houses are built around a central open courtyard or […]
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Solange Solvang
Solange Solvang collected orchids Other pastimes bored her Leading to irritation and delinquency A holiday in France Not far from the Atlantic coast Gave her the opportunity to look for her orchids Each more beautiful than its neighbour
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Confinement J
My father threw himself under my train last night I was travelling to Babylon He had called himself a lump Unemployed and useless A spent force Injured and dying Like a silent horse He shared the streets with them He shared the city air But they ignored him My mighty warrior I am preparing […]
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Fucking Matilda
He was as always talking about his Jack Hick upbringing in that wooden shack and of his sister’s church dress which she wore only once It was pure white The same colour as Christ’s skin after the blood had drained from his battered body I was waiting outside of the county jail Roxy was in […]
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The Knapsack
Geoffrey Woolley From JFWG Christmas 1932 Rebound Oct 1942 Lost near Aylesbury Nov 1942 This copy London Dec 1942 We have found your book Geoffrey It is in bad shape As one might expect And the drying of the pages Has caused me much occupation It was found under a pile of slate […]