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nightbirds

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nightbirds

The Night Bird: cross-border train tracking through the darkened Alps, stars defining the mountain peaks, a chain of moonlit cameos coasting back along the line…

null island

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null island

Once upon a time there lived a man on an island drenched in the tang of spray and scent of pine where the forest river ran into the cove, in a rivulet silvery-grey…

my heart's a hotel

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my heart's a hotel

My heart's a hotel people come and go through the lounge but all check out Your body is a well worn banknote sadly still in circulation Our love bouncing like a cheque round one hopefully intimate weekend…

Santa Cruz at dawn

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Santa Cruz at dawn

I was up before dawn because of jet lag. Full-size image here An inscription at the end of the wharf reads: In the tides of time we have sought safe harbor here on this western shore where the waves ebb…

Byzantium

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Byzantium

The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great cathedral gong; A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, All mere complexities, The fury and the…

Sailing to Byzantium

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Sailing to Byzantium

That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon‐falls, the mackerel‐crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever…

living inside a rock

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living inside a rock

I live here, inside this rock. It's safer in here, no-one can touch me. The Black Guards cannot hurt me. When the Great Comet passes by, it cannot burn me. How did I get here? The living rock simply grew…

window

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window

Glass. You see through it. Glittering, clasp it. Crush it, scatter red stained shards. Reflect. Windows reflect a little: spirit mirrors. Listen, hear your breath going yellow at the edges. Death's thin spirit, quite crushed lingers as a filter in…