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Iguodala
photo credit: Kari Musil
Like whiskey aged
Mellowed
Slowed down
Old school
Remembered for it’s bite
Some flavors are acquired taste
Between dark history
And magic fairies
Is a legacy of ghosts
Who will not be stilled
By death or passage into
Other dimensions
Weeds are designated
By those with shallo...
Sunday 29th December 2013 3:31 am
grey sky drinking
I ponder the etiquette of nursing a pint
and whether some might find it impolite
if I made it last just little while longer that I
might watch the rain that crawls on the steamed windows
making broken ghosts of every passer by
each of them eager to avoid
catching the eye of the living and I wonder
which one of them broke winter’s heart such as to make it
so bitter
Saturday 28th December 2013 8:27 pm
On Sandal's Field Of Ghosts
On Sandal’s Field Of Ghosts.
Mist hangs over fields -
ahead, the castle looms where
died the Duke Of York.
At the willows three
a chill permeates the air
and touches nerve ends.
Here fell the Yorkist
hope – body mutilated
and dragged through the mud.
Decapitated.
His head sent on to York to
top a traitors spike.
I...
Saturday 28th September 2013 12:21 am
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