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Images repeat through my mind like songs sung in old, dark beamed bars where toucans deck cream coloured stones. Here are lakes; misted mounta..

Between cloud bursts builders give my flat a face lift; scars filled in, that wall greyed with smog and dry rot is r..

Walking past her old school she pauses to catch her breath and notices a little girl sitting on a large wooden box in the deepest corner of ..

In those days Mods and Rockers were faded newspaper headlines 21st century teenage knife crime was unimaginable decades ahead. Native..

Maybe black-hearted boys in love with death won't blow themselves and us to smithereen..

In the midst of coral ballrooms, small fish line dance in flawless synchronisation as crabs dance the tango in nippy sidestep, dramatic as V..

My daughter shows her love for me with breakfast in bed and a gift, a Zuni, fetish necklace. My necklace consists of threaded beads and sma..

Anthony Frederick Sandy's Medea by 1868

Springtime: nature stirs, yawning, rubs away the dust of winter sleep. April Showers sprinkle seedlings that stretch upbreakingclay ..

(after the painting by Holman Hunt - 1867)