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Giant Deadly Flamingo Sunsets

May 19, 2020

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Untitled (Giant Deadly Flaming Flamingos)   As lockdown slowly eases, And our splendid isolation is breached. By hordes of infected second-home owners, And their flamingo rings at the beach:  We anxiously await the second-wave of contagion. Not by some valkyrie or eeauch.  But by some  Condescending men with Audis and shorts, coloured peach .   With […]

The Wind

April 1, 2020

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The March 2020 trip to Lundy was very windy, ffffht, but when is it not? Even on a still day at the beaches of north Devon, it is windy on Lundy. So when it’s windy on Lundy, it’s really windy – it’s like being in a viking battle, or worse. The wind claws at you […]

Island in the Middle earth of the storm

October 16, 2019

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“Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet” No apologies for quoting the great William Butler Y but this autumn trip to Tibbetts has sort of become a fixture in my calendar year and the early October weather can be at lottery, previously it has been deck […]

Sika Silhouettes

February 4, 2015

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Picture this: An early afternoon in the pub: sheltering from the wrath of the Atlantic, log fire, Lundy Gold and laughter, then, during a lull – the reluctant decision to hike home. A two mile trek acroos the moor against a lively north-westerly, so strong it rips the snot and phlegm across your frozen cheek. […]

Drug is the love

December 31, 2012

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  Drug is the Love Love is a walled garden, Cut off from the horror of the outside world And bathed in dappled sunshine. Love is a gateless prison, A sightlessness, A disability and a burden For which there is no cure or relief. Love is a furtive glance, A guarded secret, An anonymous drowning […]

Empty

May 8, 2012

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A Sticky Itch Your crushing indifference Bears down on me In the grey gloom. You think ‘I’m nothing special’, Just an ordinary tune: Easily forgotten but sometimes, Annoyingly  remembered. I walk with many In the struggle to breathe Some life into the dream Of extraordinary being. And when I die, As we all surely must. […]

Eating Sausages

June 23, 2011

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My feet tread the ladder Of a brittle spiders web. Swollen hands and bleeding feet Grab each new moment in turn With trembling disbelief. My innards gorge on themselves, Fed by doubts and insecurities. But I can’t deny the steel hook As it teases me from the shadow and Into an new dance, When I […]

Hanging by a thread

May 3, 2011

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In this world of celebrity sugar, Where we get a spoon of measure. Too unwelcome and life size; I can find no pleasure. Not in the fatuous and vain And the increments of their incapacity To play the superficial game. But in the slain: The poor souls of this world Who shroud their grief and […]

Easy Living

March 21, 2011

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          There’s been a real spring-like feeling in the air, it’s gone flat (and the Magnolia are in bud) which is a sign that summer is just around the corner! Here’s a poem about how wonderful it is to be a surfer in summertime (which is our natural state I think). […]

Still Wandering

March 3, 2011

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Stuey Campbell pumps a sweet little frontside grab in front of Morte Stone Firstly,  a big thanks you to everyone who bought a first edition copy of the book “The Essential Contentment of Futile Wanderings”. The news is that it is now SOLD OUT! Never fear, the second edition is now available and has been […]