She’s Back

She is back Her face Against mine Her back Away Shes laughing And were talking About this And that How stupid we were How wonderful we are Together We are living Once more Making plans […]

Taste

You are so bitter You said No, you are! I know this You taste metallic That’s not right That first kiss You were wrong And now there Damp and hair Metallic and flesh They don’t […]

She Loved Me

There she is. There. Can you see? She’s wearing a white summer dress, hair down, skin glowing. She’s as clear as day, always has been. She loves me, you know. Look how she’s moving. See […]

Black

It seems to me that despite the sun  washing golden over the purple shimmer of Exmoor reclining lazily above the green and silver sea, that all is  black.

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The Great Purge

Hey! It’s purge day! Back in the day, when autocracy was the thing, opponents could be removed from history. Sounds like crazy times huh? Images and words could be erased and the fear of God […]

Orange

There is no rhyme with orange excepting names such as Blorenge that bold hill near Abergavenny where I once picked wimberries.