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April 29, 2012

Underneath the street, the beach

Over your beach The black night fell a moonless night the stars had fled on arrival of mist the sea rocks the boats like a cot and trains of spume travel to the horizon The old night got dressed, my… Continue reading
September 26, 2011

Journeys in Molecular Drift #0

Deep Sea Dyve – Chapter minus 1 “drowned in the semaphore of triads, seaweed by lynch wrist-cuffed and footbound dragging me, mobbed to the blood palpitation of a sporing ocean floor” As a friend of mine had said, no organisation… Continue reading