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A Blackbird Burial

I found you on the pavement Hot, dry and ousted Amongst the litter Carefully I lifted you A watery, wormy, fishy bread mix You got your eyes open, blackbird

Long Exposure

A vessel filled A cup of water Not a drop spilled Your only daughter Dip a toe in See if its; warm enough To go in I don't know yet If the seed I'm sowing Will continue growing

It's lonely at the top

The dusty,lovely rhetoric Of outdoor living Hacking, packing, hoeing, sowing Acknowledge the poignancy Of community The bonds of dirt, and what grows in it What comes of it?

Reverberations

The consequences of invasion.

The Spirit Falls at Dusk

Midnight comes and the sun long dead lies

Snapshots from a Child's West London

Another incredible story from London in the Swinging Sixties, from someone who was there...

Born on the Goldhawk Road

London in the 1960s was a time of incredible change...read about it here from someone who was there...

The Contemplation

Beyond reason and thought...

Pastorale

In the hedgerow fields of absent yellow

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