One of the houses I lived in did not have a name so we got stuck on Conchiglie. Pasta and Glue In this four bedroomed lost and found there’s people coming ‘round and we’re drinking gin, ‘coz there’s no food in. When I open my mouth wide I can feel my mind slide as […]
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Towers are lowering to the ground in the flood. The availability of rooms we all enjoy amongst the frescoes are slipping away. Art defines who we are, our faces stare like emperors lost in a terrible moment of catastrophe. The strength of Venice is to the hilt. Suddenly her boats are ripped up […]
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My neighbour has a holiday cottage full of the outdoors type. They are frequently lost on our winding roads but I hear them coming up the lane from random chatter on their mobile phones. Right now I have my window open. to catch what drifts in on the breeze. I’m walking my way to work […]
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