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Dear Souvenir
I purchased a penguin at the railway station today it expressed a wish to travel so I left it on the train
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Snipers of Saigon
When I tie cracked mirrors to the citrus trees I can see the nights of my cousins I do not laugh at their misfortune as they still share my bed Together we admire the stamps issued in honour of my mother Her name was Marie-Galante She was the proud owner of many oxen I keep […]
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Warszawa
When I look into bottles discarded I see my remaining roads As brittle as a trace From now I will not wash my hands socially White is not the chosen colour
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Les Dix Documentaires
1 When young I worked in a shipyard as I felt drawn to cranes 2 Don Juan 3 My eyes are at sea level. I see occasional blue flashes The sea is colour blind 4 VACANT 5 The South Farallon Islands, The Middle Farallon Island and The North Farrallon Islands are invisible from my home […]
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La Luna
What shapeless rhythms do you hear as the wild duck stalk haunted by the doe eyed glances of their limpid pools. I heard nothing, for as I sailed among the latitudes of senseless cloud my fragrant skin was blessed by the dispassionate reason of her obsessive light. Written c 1977
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Kingfishers Black and White
The black and white kingfisher mourned the loss of its colour as it flew through a rainbow
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An Androgynous Kiss
s s s snakes ascend at will IIam powerless to stop them but II encourage them to grow legs so that they may sprint upwards but they all drown before they can reach the heights II was not bitten II bleed but II was not bitten II apologise for my vantage It is superior but […]
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Everything is Orange
She travelled on an orange train to an orange city where she prayed to an orange God in an orange church She retired to an orange bar and ordered an orange tea which although colourless tasted bitter Viola Gresham 2003
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Vanities
The thief Volppian arrived In the town on the hill He was a rich man But still chose to dispossess His chosen victims He did this without malice And was almost compassionate In his actions He rested in the market square Of the town on the hill Which although flat Was entered at different […]
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The Fifth Day (Extract)
La Isla De San Borondon The day was fine and after breakfast I ventured onto the starboard deck and sat in one of the canvas chairs provided for the comfort of passengers. I counted fifteen on my side of the ship and eight on the port side. For a while I counted the whitecaps in […]