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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   Advertisements

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Loss

that blunt needle of pain warm but insidious a heave of panic rising its aim unrelenting Then, frozen in that moment solid as a wall a loved one dead stones in your belly   By ¬†Paolo Michell

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Slow the Moment

a power blue sky filters through the roaming sandbank of gray cloud rain is expected…. a train is travelling through a time tunnel this sky I have seen before years before now people flash before my eyes but most are … Continue reading

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Dead Days

why weep for days dead way past their best very soon smell of mildew lingering…. you become a fool is that the best you can do change new for old refresh that stale breath Yes! while you still have days … Continue reading

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I Knew His Older Brother

one monday morning travelling by train reading Robert Bolano’s The Romantic Dogs i thought of Him “Terry” it was the summer of ’75 or ’76 after 37 years a year makes little difference i knew his older brother “Alan i … Continue reading

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Dismissed

gray is the only colour left of this decaying day soon to sink into the earth dead another day dismissed and time shows no remorse

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