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In Thrall To Phil Collins

In thrall to Phil Collins who punctured and punctuated our once hallowed airwaves. Collins, master of mood and air. Last night in half-dreams,...

I Cannot Feel Ok

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El Nuevo Sombrero

The drive out is what I remember -- it’s where I want to be now. Going through the gates, leaving the others, f inding my freedom; I’m sure they...

El Nuevo Sombrero

Every moment but there is no moment; I wanted to die. When the sun recoils from a looped grey sky, the day elided and trembling ghosts, and the...


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Perusing? Surveying perhaps?

Posted on Thu, 31 Mar 2016

Perusing? Surveying perhaps? I'm not sure but that verb is important especially because the rest of the line is  so accurate  


very nicely evoked

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I like this alot. Lots of

Posted on Tue, 31 May 2011

I like this alot. Lots of very good writing here, though sometimes a bit overblown in places.Read full comment

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