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Marjorie Fleming
You still update The years of solitude With your fragile astonishment Now let your companions Seek the secluded fruits.
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flowersatreadingstation
welcometotheflowerstadium refreshyourconsiderationtoday
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Grass Children
The children were merry in the long grass A ship was passing it was heading towards their sea-horizons Each was oblivious of the other Only I was matching
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Cerebral Horsemen
But what of these horsemen who when upon a dire ass have dreams of equestrian splendour. do they not know as they cross the desert of no base hope that their glory will soon ensear and only the worms will care to pick their bones of latent thought. A poem taken from a […]
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Brutus
In this climate of disgust I am searching for the vacant music As songs are without fathers Revived only in the folk-memory The History of the Duel There was almost nobody left who could remember the duel. After extended negotiations I was permitted to speak to the blind adventurer who had in his youth heard […]
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Burial Hill
Here she lies (Blue Slate, Cleft Near Summit, Moss Covered) Here he lies (White Marble, Weathering, Rough) both rest with many in the deep damp soil of the new world under the fogs of the sea they contemplate the wide shores and the velvet tides of their eternal address. A poem taken from […]
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An Illustrated Woman
Viola had The Laws of Rubicon Bezique tattooed on her inner arm so that she could play cards with her fighters as they travelled
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From The Archives
In Saskatchewan a man faded into a wall As he sat in a restaurant Watching the passers by Who were mainly dressed in black Three monkeys escaped from a zoo in Taiwan Two were captured at once But the third committed suicide The community is said to have been scarred by this incident […]
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Dorchester Market
Travels with Tryphena We are in the part of England known as Hardy Country. Tryphena and I are collecting mud samples from the cambers of main roads. At present we only examine class A roads but we have plans in the future to enclose both B class and escape roads in our studies. Bathing […]
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The Heavyweight Champion of the World
walked along Wood Lane with a woman covered in tattoos hanging from his good arm She was wearing a yellow vest each round from each fight was represented by a separate tattoo with the exception of his latest bout which he had lost