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Buy my art – Blue Mountains

There is an energy in our valley. It feels pure and cleansing. The summer grasses have turned golden and a breeze washes through the long wispy grass, you can almost hear it. The old stone…

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Pink Pageant. Poartry

We dared to dance in my backyard A childhood tumbled and hard we rhythmed till the clock had struck we really did not give a fuck but we did. Come and take me to the…

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Tiptoe Top

This week I walk amongst dry grasses, along the river bed. There is a new light coming. Blossom is emerging and there I see them. The mountains never fail you. They speak with soft tones.…

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Blooming Blossom

I bloody love this time of year, and if I was thinking about a trip to Spain this would, without any doubt be the time. Forget sun drenched beaches and sunburnt bodies in scorching heat.…

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Moontox. Poem.

Go deep when you hit confusion, it is the world of Analysia where the open lands of the splurge look clear but under the surface, you can hear the lost people weeping blindly in the…

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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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