No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer. (George Orwell)
People were smoking in the Park dogs were barking The girl on the bench was staring
conversation in a swamp.
Lull on the Somme 18:12
Everytime somebody asks me how I am, I think of Treacle Toffee apples would be easier to hold.
NOISE but its wrong and there’s no one to tell NOISE choose a number and press star zero NOISE then WAIT— hold don’t move don’t laugh don’t cry don’t die. Your call will be answered shortly
Passing by in the Street Brighton Dec 18th 003. We grew old together But never met Never talked Never held a glance Always passing A young man A young woman Grown old in transit I often wondered who she was What she did Did now So many questions And no answers I saw her again [...]
The conversation He said : “I only dance in the jungle” I asked him why. He said: ” Because it is better dancing in the Jungle” I asked him how it was better. He said: ” If you danced in the jungle you would not ask me that question” I wished him well and walked [...]
The Sirens song [ Voices from the Reef ] The shingle dance Ian Miller © 2010 all rights reserved We are waiting. Waiting. Waiting for you. Here in the shade by the Orchard wall. Soft grasses, Legs parted, We are waiting Waiting. Just for you. Lips Sweetened, with honey, thyme and dew. Here in the [...]