1. I was devoted to blue. But when I met the grey of Copenhagen, I consecrated myself to the priesthood of its tones. from At Kierkegaard’s tomb by Enrique Moya When I was living in Budapest, I used to go to Vienna every couple of months to join in the Labyrinth Poetry evenings at Cafe... Continue Reading →
Found Poem: Sunday Seafront
food eat-in or take-away delicious locally sourced food: aero hot chocolate chips with cheese chips with curry sauce chips with gravy chips chips chips with cider mulled wine organic teas, coffees and much more cider jellied eels cockles shrimp oysters and pickled herring with fish'n'chips and chips chips chips and more cider
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Hooked-up to the Mainline (a poetic note)
Each morning I wake with the energy of those dynamic eyes coursing through my psyche and I know we are all interconnected.
Alison Amazed 