Monthly Archives: November 2013

Woven Like a Fabric

approaching winter awakens my focus on yesteryear perhaps the notion of life, society and the eternal circle though modernity is still an infant struggling to be ever new confident, even arrogant each day must be different manipulated where necessary yet … Continue reading

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Lingering in the Night Air

from the cafe bar the scribbler in the corner sees at this time of year at the end of day evening twilight surrender to the visitor the prince of darkness casts his spell…. human souls seek out the comfort of … Continue reading

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Portions of the Day

I know Time how it regulates a life the ticking clock portions out the day in segments or in pieces I recognize the silence of its laughter the silent smugness but its significance is beyond my brief it is not … Continue reading

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Jack Frost is Back

thoughts before the frost treads of summer days spent autumn’s shadow fading fast clocks set back travelling home in the dark but here today on the early train morning twilight the frost is back…. to have its say clads the … Continue reading

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What Happened to Time?

what happened to Time? it changed! it used to move at a snail’s pace long avenues of days week after week years were mere occasional treats and Fate! that snake in the grass spends all night playing cards She and … Continue reading

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Bookshop Drizzle

afternoon is drizzling down rain drops sliding on city glass dampness perfumes the air forgotten leaves line the streets a half an hour in a famous bookshop squeezed in during the lunch break glancing over the works of dead poets … Continue reading

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Melancholy’s Arms

on a sun kissed autumn morning driving along a leave dressed country byway bare branches sun bathe on trees partially nude listening to Ludovico Einaudi Echoes…. melancholy’s arms warms my heart stretching back to childhood summer days happy days shadowed … Continue reading

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Bare and True

as life sinks deep deeper into autumn nature changes trees de-cloak mutate into sculpture bare and true stripped of everything except for truth and integrity Why? oh why, do we not learn?   By Paolo Michell

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The Well

Real Time is human life the well sometimes dripping occasional weeping but always leaking then, runs dry and for a moment Time and Life is dead!   By Paolo Michell  

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The Smell of Rotten Flesh

our hands are tied with invisible wire our mouths gagged though we have the power of speech yet it’s a waste of time as well as effort to speak to those supposed to listen! deafness is an easier option official … Continue reading

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