Justin Tuijl
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Burning Wolfhound - prologue
Prologue Anjuna Beach, Goa, India – March 1968 The grey ship was on fire. On the beach a few hippies gathered as the huge flames lit up the night...
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Feeda (a prose poem)
Cat Pass me your cup, and look at this Picasso I have. No, this is just where nature didn’t meet up with industrial waste. I wonder where the next...
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An Idiot in the class
I feel ok Then the photocopies come round I try to stay ok Everybody is reading I’m not, my eyes dart over the page It’s a dirty mush I’ll be ok They...
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Swift
Swift The Swifts lace the early – Summer evening air With cries of despair like The melancholy of my heart I feel the warm atmosphere On my skin like...
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