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things start to slow down in expectation of normality a sense of sensibility stopping for control is a regularity not questioned it is a...

there are soggy trampled feathers on the floor there is gin on the small tables there's sparkling tassels in the air, Mercury rising...

here where the sky is low freezing fog with damp in the air on the paths ice and snow the smells of burning wood come over small lights...

Tranås poet Colm Kiernan makes his debut in English and Spanish. His poems have an ironic and satirical edge, while at the same time...

I had the wonderful opertunity to go to Barcelona to meet old friends and to release my book Hora Dorada - Golden Hour published by Al...

I had to choose between cleaning and hummus so I poured myself a raki

the morning after a party to be alone today everyone late for work and tired even those who didn't have a dot to drink the slats of our...

turn that light out I thought as I lay back in the sand and looked up at the glaring moon therapeutic madness ebbing and shuddering...

Consistently Inconsistent and Wi-Fi is more of a concept than a thing here a bit like the reality of the British empire existing in...

a can of beer proclaims no rainy days and always better together watching rain lashing thoughts of summer on the verandah as rolling...

lashing down softly but enough to drown - floods of water as I head off to the editor - dodging through a sea of umbrellas I stop at Ayşe...

depraved boxifications of peoples concepts and non real relations retaliations cursed vilified amplify applications apps amped energies...

wood pigeons in the trees cooing create feelings of home this as my lifeless flat hair here styles different as the wind off the Catalan...

as she said women of Turkey have real asses the artist is right and they wear scarves as the ultimate fashion statement thick and woolly...

after a saunter from the bath arriving well before time the train shall be very late as if scheduled so we go over to the other side to...

¿ Can I ask you there, how does your day start ¿ Maybe it starts with a fart ¿ What do you do, the minute you get up ¿ You might even do...

demons and monsters riding souls of anguish telling of need and wants to fulfil obligations and inclinations and desires know these...

fat fluffy bumble bees lazy around the hyssop and lavender dancing with butterflies as they find new suckling spots between the flowers...

Hands up and wave Music for a cellar of youth A room filled with Kurdish music A cellar in Istanbul Smoke filled with tobacos ...

I didn't die at Easter I died in April rejecting the spring hearing thoughts through sentences in contradiction that between is clarity...