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My stories

The Disappearance of the old Tapdancer from Oxford City Centre

"I tried to bring in a kind of tapdance staccato rhythm, if you know what I mean. Can you feel it?" (the following is a true story and it happened in February 2006)

And when apart

an old fashioned love song

Those were the halcyon days

Those were the halcyon days purpled and seared by love when I veered towards the unknown like a wounded bird until I found you, friend, and you listened to my sighs. From the dark I came to your arms, sought shelter

For when a Man is dead

For when a man is dead the truth of him fades out in time, in space. A disappearing smoke carries his face, evaporates his dreams but for his shrivelled heart, a landmark still to show in aching lives,

Do you remember?

Do you remember, one winter night, that thin tongue-tied man who first saw the shards and suspected a break-in? And the pallid woman who smelled smoke and concluded fire? Both united in the treacherous darkness,

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