Poem – I have been free.

I have been free, like an up inspired leaf, floating on a breeze, flittering down,  and lifted again. I have been free, in the silence of love when wrapped in a blanket, with warmth contained…

Poem – Polluted tongues

I have searched for a memory – Moontox is calling. She talks of two moons in a sky that is dawning. I wake and remember, what comes after grey, the skies have been darker than…

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Harry Killbuck

Ten years of research and a couple of years to write, this is the story of Brighton artist Harry Killbuck. It is a tragic tale. I thought it would be good to start featuring the…

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Art – The Tempest.

Campello collection “Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,The…

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Art – The Meditaton

Our answer to the door of peace, comes where we keep our dreams and sleep. Rest assured my words will shout, my tired arms. reaching out. First one then two and more words flow, upon…

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Art Midsummer Nights Dream.

Campello Collection. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Art – Midsummer Nights Dream. 120×80 cm. Acrylic on canvas. 200Euros SOLD. The…

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Art- Hilltown

Campello collection. The many soft and silent footsteps walked up Church Street on to North Hill. They walked below me in slow motion, where from the top of my garden I could look down on…

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Painting – The Troubadour

A man with written verse, in olden times took pen, and for the people would converse, to spread the word of men. At the end of all he wrote, he made a little rhyme, for…

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