The first sit at a new seat. Looking out at a new old street. Sweet golden bark and roots. Spilling out on broken pavement My heart beats. Some nostalgic music and fresh air blue sky and green leaves White paint and dirty brickwork. atomic mess - I cannot describe the presence of time. The bursting … Continue reading Flitting (In Summer)
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World Cup 2018 – Day 8
Summer in the British Isles is a curious thing, you spend months wishing for it in all its glory and then spend the days inside watching football when it arrives. Or I do, anyway. In an effort to avoid this exact situation, I made plans to excommunicate myself. A timely homage to Stalinist Russia. My … Continue reading World Cup 2018 – Day 8
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