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First Covid confinement and then a heart attack have kept me pretty quiet over the past 24 months. I shall now endeavour to post a little more frequently.
14 August 2022
Keywords: Covid
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If I knew where the good songs came from, I would go there more often. Leonard Cohen
22 November 2018
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Poem for Linda

This is a strange poem that was written when I visited an old friend from school days who I had been close to. Three years after I had last seen her, I met her suddenly in London and was asked to her flat. The next time I saw her was 30 years after this poem was written.
11 March 2018
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For No Other Reason

This is another poem from the past. It was written one Sunday morning in Logroño. My flat had an old battered olive green Venetian blind that didn't entirely manage to keep the light and heat from entering the room.
5 March 2018
Keywords: sun, blind
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The Smell of Winter

The first draft of this poem was written in the autumn of 1978. It has been reworked this winter. There is always one day every autumn, especially where I live in Ocentejo in the mountains, when you suddenly realise that winter is on its way. There is a smell of cold in the air. Soon. this is replaced by the smell of log fires burning.
28 February 2018
Keywords: Winter
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