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thirty years
I am reminded of why I take pictures of flowers
with each intrusive click of the camera
the sky has a hungry air - ribbed white clouds -
above an unusual stillness in centenary square
there are professionals circling
looking for the money shot of a woman crying
and one man consciously edges out of my pictures
despite my consciously not edging him in
what looks exchange are thin as ...
Tuesday 12th May 2015 1:16 pm
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one hears stories of the day the fifty six died
whispered tales over a whiskey at closing
the words coming more from the eyes than the lips
Monday 11th May 2015 11:45 am
Trombone Voluntary
Trombone Voluntary
On blue days, when the sun breaks the clouds,
I like to take my lunch by the courthouse.
You might call it a fetish. I crunch crisps
and criminally profile the coming and going.
What really draws me though, is the statue
at the centre of the square to Delius.
Every time I promise to listen to his music
and every time I never do. Instead, having eaten,
I circle the...
Wednesday 18th March 2015 10:33 pm
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