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Terrapins Drop
‘Visualise those little hairs on your fingers quivering as a covert wind runs over them. It’s the same wind in your mind making the terrapins drop...
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Manhandled
He was in a museum. So was Orla. She was across the room from him. She hadn’t seen him. She was looking at the other exhibits. Soon she would have to...
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Marshes
Take it easy wind wind You’re blowing echoes of Hannah’s boots in the mud The words we used for love were dust Blackened in these fields by whispered...
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This is quite beautiful. It
Posted on Fri, 16 Jan 2015
This is quite beautiful. It's like something Yeats would have written. Ethereal, and in love with the musicality of language.
Read full commentPosted in Bubble-blow, Thistledown and Candyfloss
Using the music of the
Posted on Sat, 29 Nov 2014
Using the music of the Specials was inspired. It turns the atmosphere of the library into something else, at once down-to-earth, then rising well above it. The Concrete Library. Books are after me, it ain't safe on the streets. Loved it.
Read full commentPosted in Meeting Ourselves Coming Back
I shall be going back and
Posted on Tue, 01 Apr 2014
I shall be going back and reading this from the beginning as I didn't catch it on first appearance. I've dipped into parts out of order and always found some interesting turns of phrase that strike a special chord. Well played.
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