Short Days Long Nights Iced Winds Salt Roads A Diary Nearing Completion The Diary of Samuel Salt

Laxham Hill is about three miles from railway station of Stephenson Even in the summer it is a high desolate place prone to sudden mists As you can imagine in the winter months it is very bleak With the short darkening hours suffocating the daylight very quickly Diary Note Samuel Salt There was nothing really […]

Juliet I found these words in a notebook Deep in a suitcase This suitcase once belonged To Victoria Cosmos (or so it seems) A random notebook Of many years Vacant apart from the following words A Short Life Luke 3:23 A Mother now Lost This is quite random Although there are clues Victoria Cosmos is […]

I was once given A silk painting By an admirer The young Buddha Practising archery It hangs above my bed

I later wrote In the Direction of Cows And was executed

I was a famous poet And then I wrote Duck Thoughts I am no longer a famous poet

Grahame always carried A black cloth In case he spilt his xoffee He was sitting in a diner When a group of punks walked in They spilt his xoffee Whilst tormenting a waitress Grahame took a dim view of this And insisted that they apologise This did not happen and one drew a knife He […]

Figure on a shore Hanging mists Obscure its features

On the false wall opposite the wet room There is a small enamel plaque Which reads Licence Poetique This has puzzled me At least because I am viral In three hours Lui will take a shower And explain the deep secrets of wall

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