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Rebel Father
The passions of Polly started at the Dehesa de Campoamor for she was a modernist at heart and loved swimming pools
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Titian Blue
Pilot K was born in Kyoto in the spring of 1923 From an early age he admired Tiziano Vecellio Otherwise known as Titian He often visited galleries to study the Italian and other great artists Pilot K wanted to be an artist A successful artist Who would travel beyond Japan To Italy and then to […]
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Poppylands
Lillith and Danby sat on the grass of the shallow cliff counting poppies In parts the cliff had broken away leaving gaps amongst the sloping vegetation Both women were aware of these gaps but nonetheless sat dangerously close to the hidden voids Lillith was wearing a red cotton dress of the modernist style Danby was […]
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Post Val Vona Sep
Opposite South St David’s Street The Red & Grey army chairs (Remained Vacant) I had sold the property of their answers Post Val Vona Sep Hidden In a/the doorway Of that city A/The prison bus waited I had spared its momentum But had sold its (Resting Collection)
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The White Sands
I found a crimson fish on the white sands near Morar it was nearly dead so I offered it to the clouds
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Travelling North
Dixon O’Donahue was the youngest of the two travellers As he journeyed north he played cards with his friend who remained nameless They played for provincial stakes as they were both careless with their decks When in Morecambe Dixon won The Morar Sands but lost them later in Preston His favourite […]
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Bleak House
Chesney Wold is shut up, carpets are rolled into great scrolls in comfortless rooms Yet the blinds are raised and sunlight streams into the rooms readings will take place In all parts of the window were quantities of dirty bottles I live in a world without glass, the winds ravage my endless days I drink […]
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Greek Evening
The white powder flowers faded into the dating dusk as the returning fishermen raised their black linen flags they watched as we danced in front of their ragged homes
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Philomela and The Waves
She floats by in a coan dress hunting the scatter flowers of her pre history Her light songs stir only the infant silt that obscures the calm passage of her sudden grace 1980
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Walbury Ghosts
In the distance of the harsh light blank bonfires consume the winter air and the open dead lust for the cruel carrion drift of the long year 1985