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Him

You didn’t know him, then. He had eyes that glimmered but could be as dark as coal if he desired. I was never his equal, not in my eyes, as he wove words and charm and fire and love and … Continue reading

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The Gang

My boy Bar-abbas He was only young But when he winked, His young eyes shone And he was made of gold My brother Ernest He was even stronger He lived up to his God-given name But he lived no longer … Continue reading

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The Memories Of Rain

Rain. Always evocative. Maybe it’s just me. I think a lot about rain. And when it rains, I think a lot. December 2013, when I stared out of the window of my girlfriend’s childhood apartment in St Petersburg, onto the … Continue reading

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