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January 2010

Reanimation

Perhaps if she could give these  worn words a little nudge in another direction then the tired old anchors about the past might fly again.But a sort of magnolia ink… Read More »Reanimation

Dark Vert

A wet smudge of green lime and dark chocolate across the  back of my hand  recalling my grandmother’s wooden back stairs down to her walled garden  overlooked by a Quaker… Read More »Dark Vert

Dreaming Ophelia

1940’s York, the wintry river and a dark weedy bend stretches ahead; me face down, submerged, covered with his cloak. I am Hunted by these rigid men in black, their drooling animals leashed tightly against … Read More »Dreaming Ophelia