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My stories

Stollen

Stollen Marzipan, raisin ,a bite of alcohol buttery , rich as a Hapsburg guest feet on a dark red rug a faded Bokhara worn in front of the inglenook which smokes a woody brand fragrantly as if you smoked a pipe

Brenchley By Dark

Brenchley by Dark Storm wind took the power from Windmill Hill by torchlight the Georgian house paints itself a Reynolds Jane Austen wraps her pelisse close in the carriage smoke sings of warm conversation and a musicale

Something's There

Something's there ,in the back, behind me , in the car the tunnel of trees leans over kissing me with old mans whiskers papery and rough leaves finger past ,scratching winter's dawn leaving a streak of rain

Religion for Girls

Religion for Girls I can tell you all the don'ts That Rome and Islam see just a womb that needs controlling a poisonous passion fruit whose independant life doesn't suit they wish for endless sons

Hands Over Eyes

Hands Over Eyes Put your hands over your eyes yellow dots the black but there is some sense of light open the fingers just a bit glimpse the world through a bourka well not quite through fingers when you can see

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