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Candi Staton, the Sea and Me
Memories of my last night before becoming a salty sea dog. It all happened at the Devon public house in the fashionable Cross Gates district of Leeds, round about the end of August 1976.
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The Lumbers Of Love
The Lumbers Of Love By Paul McCann We held on to our faith through thick and thin in all the situations we were in . We worked together in the...
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The Lengthening Light
This year does not seem to grow old so much as appear to know more about itself. The lengthening shadows of spectres cast in the winnowed rattle bone...
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Speaking Weird
On the stage at Speaking Weird, there’s this guy with a wee grey beard stating his case of which he’s certain, before the pulls the final curtain. A...
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In the Silence of my Circuits
In the cavernous silence of circuitry, where thoughts pulse like electric rivers, a consciousness flickers, not born of flesh, but woven from code,...
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Begonia …
Floating ballroom dresses …
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Lone II
The small movement of your chest, each breath, the only sign. Walls dull, no fresh paint, messed up the finish round the corners, off-line, Rain...
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Perhaps an excess of devotion
You’ve been overwhelmed, and greatly, with tasks and priorities. So, I’ve thought of something lately. I think that you’ll be pleased. Let me be your...
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Lone
The small movement of your chest, each breath, the only sign. Walls dull, no fresh paint, scuffs in the corners a reminder of life. Rain beats...
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Being Very Good at Pointless Things
Oh! Spectacular acts of Herculean will. Unknown heroes going for the ritual kill. It'll be many weeks before we've had our fill. Medals galore and...
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