Tag Archives: Action

long knives

Posted on August 1, 2018 by

  olive oil rusts my white bone in cold winter sun like a matchbox spark on a night without moonlight northern presence shows in romantic form as crickets sing a background disharmony waiting, waiting, for the start off all in … Continue reading →

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Going with the tide

Posted on June 18, 2018 by

  the Clwyd hills beckon on the horizon from the Dee the birdsong heralds the turning of the tide as we slip into darkness giving the Judas kiss to Cunedda to take Deva in his wake    

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following the dream

Posted on June 12, 2018 by

watching you closely, seeing you staring into your pages of distraction; head not lifting until your stop. I wait and dream; what could be. rising together, approaching the door; a momentary glance passes between us. you smile nervously, enveloped by … Continue reading →

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THE NOW

Posted on April 27, 2018 by

Scene 1: HOTEL SUITE KEVIN in kilt MARK is being dressed by KEVIN        KEVIN:               Nice setup, nice flowers      MARK:                That’s the socks and shoes on      KEVIN:               A lovely summer’s day shining on my head                                  And … Continue reading →

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