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Untold Miles

Glory of ember fades, imperial medals’ twinkling takes on tea mug tones, rusty bonnet cap kind of rushing through cedar sap places in daydream. The baking blackness, electric separation, finding same holiday greeting card lines no matter placing truth, a … Continue reading

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From Primrose Hill

As you turn back in sepia, Astair-Rodgers light on Southwark station bends, on illuminating post-war tenement brick ways, there isn’t something more to say, something more to pause upon. As you look out on many-wandered fields, plundered creation of peace … Continue reading

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All Things Scarlet

Coming down with something’s case, fever flush of card suits taken too literal, whiskey-faced haggling with diner shop case radio dials, with dusty countertop linoleum for a place to rest comforted hands; I am no longer in darkened rooms with … Continue reading

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