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Between the Lines

The other day someone asked me to bring Solstice to a gig, having come across it in Fox Unkennelled. It’s an old favourite so that was lovely … but, ‘You mean my poem about sex?’ I asked. Almost no one … Continue reading

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Imagining a summer’s heights

I’m planning a long blog about psychology, freebies and the nature of art. Maybe. Or maybe my brain will explode. In which case my family can sell our splatted kitchen wall as a love child out of Jackson Pollock by … Continue reading

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