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For Bill Grundy [1923-1993] and good times at Granada Studios Manchester UK Grey days always remind me of Manchester,Salford Docks, kitchen sinks, Archie Street,of Rita Tushingham in Shelagh Delaney’sbitter Taste of Honey, of Albert Finney inAlan…Continue
For Appius Claudius Caecus, he recognized the need for good roads. The water lies beyond the ridge,over the water, the ancient bridge,across the bridge on a tedious road,a weary pilgrim, in twilight, strode. The road went far without a bend,a…Continue
The restless Ibis walkswith delicately precise tread picking its waythrough the green, waiving,whispering reedsskirting the river of life. The immutable Ibisstands high on an outcrop, surveying the clouds in aqua blue reflection,everlasting…Continue
A grey woman appeared, like a hesitant wraith,ingesting pathogens, projectile vomiting smoke,exuding noxious acridity - coughing, hard and dry -through a haze of ‘on special this week’ perfume. She sat at a rain-speckled table of the sidewalk…Continue