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My Promise – Poem

My promise. Hands clasped to mine we have walked. As giants together we have faced our adventures. And now you face it alone as you have done before. And I face mine as I hurt…

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Escaping all our fears – Poem

We dream about distance, a journey foretold. We carry belongings, with feelings untold. We stroll along Camino, scenting wild and prickly thyme. Fennel sways in grasses, stand proud the test of time. Escaping all our…

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Behind the mask.

She is seductive, alluring, and she should never be denied self-belief and pride in her own beauty. Beauty belongs to everyone and yet to no one. Love is plenty and can be admired. Love creates…

Do you have the answer? – Poem

THE ANSWER IS, DON’T HESITATE, at door or path and garden gate, for out there lies, what’s drawing you, to warm your hands and tootsies through. MAKE NO MISTAKE – You are clear in this to…

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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