A Weekend In Roma

Again, William Blake proved me right – only in cities could I too ‘see visions’ and ‘dream dreams’. Having spent most of August in a tiny Spanish town catching up with family and friends, I could feel my creativity leaking out of me as the familiarity of Spain set in once again. I didn’t write […]

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Motel Blues

It was all foreign hands in familiar places and watching window panes, anticipating the creak of the second stair to the left Our black hair dusted with talc holding out for the rattle of the stopped clock on the dresser Back then, dead hands wrote pale letters and I felt numbness creak in the back of […]

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The creaking chair momentarily Kissed our velvet moon And kindled itself Amongst burnished letters Churning out a flame-fuelled song You squinted at all that which burned As though its whispered call Had brushed its smoke-tinged fingers Against your reddening cheek As though it dragged you away From the site of fading memories Taking you back […]

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I left a trace of you In each part of the city That you’d never seen Face flushed, I ached to dig you Out from under my skin Your mirth coloured concrete The feel of your skin dissolved Into neon signs and the burnt colours I had felt, defaced run-down bus shelters Each memory of […]

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