Vanished in 2013 And returned in 2023 Their journey Was so terrible That they are now mute

The Chronicles of Anna Magdalena Bach On the 28th of June 2008 (2) Violet Few was walking through St James’s Park. She was returning home from the cinema where she had watched The Chronicle of Anna Magdalena Bach for the third time. It was a film that she loved and when it was showing she […]

The photograph showed her mother standing on the slipway outside of the boathouse wearing only a pair of rowing shorts In the background holding a pair of large wooden oars was her father who was smiling broadly at the camera Peter was next to her mother Toasting her with a glass of red wine Oh […]

2013 I am of Spanish Blood This poem has been lost For ten years It is glad to have returned 2023

The masculine mist was clearing from the early sky H Helga was busy within her morning Shower Dress Breakfast Fencing with Fairbanks   As I approached the fencing room Fresh from my bed I was stopped by a member of the Vatican Guard   Who blocked my passive entrance Without discussion So I descended the […]

The room was filled with small grey monitors and for a small charge one could watch anything that was not illegal Two men of Middle Eastern appearance were chatting to their wives and kissing the screen when their children appeared with their toys That is where I found Laura sitting in front of monitor four […]

The Major galloped rapidly across the field of battle On his trusty horse Berry Hall Captain January is at it again what a crazy fellow he is He is no longer a captain He is a Major now What is he doing? He is drawing the shell fire away from our trenches So that we […]

One must be a sea  to receive a polluted stream  without becoming impure  Do you consider me impure  Each day  Then you are not my sea  Stan and Jane

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