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Sruwaddacon Bay 2nd November 2017 A solitary shell, open, empty, unwanted; filled with the gases we call air. Broken, divided, it can […]
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Curtains quiver frail with golden light of a dormant city bowl cupped by hills of streets I awake with thoughts the midnight […]
Metallic light of cloudy greycracked open the quiet laneuninhibited hedgerows encroachnarrow black road of soft edgesbejewelled with the last night’s rainarching brambles […]