This is luxury I’ve never knownoutside certain books I’ve read. Beautiful girls take my clothes off And then take me to my bed. A paradise for a lazy man Who likes a woman’s touch. Perhaps I’ll read something later. Now, I’m doing nothing much. A Regal time. For such a reward I must have been […]

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Visiting her Kentish cousins, partner’s only, not my own, I feel the stories ramify, an unsought gift I have on loan: stories of their vanished parents— and ten steps even further back I share some DNA in Bromley just three stations up the track. Geoff Page

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How is it that the French keyboard requires two key strokes per full stop? You’re waiting in a cheap hotel for the other shoe to drop. French sentences habitually are prone to languidly extend until, with ennui, one wonders how just two strokes could make them end. Geoff Page

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Short Boots Twenty five dollar boots from Cooks— on Oxford Street, cow hide, Cowgirl-style, embossed, with a Cuban heel, you meant business and when, at eighteen, I walked home in the hot compression of summer after work, the local mongrels once formed a pack, the first, hair-sprung snarling, rushed to introduce his throat to the […]

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Dealing with obese women Fat women don’t have feelings— They are, by definition, jolly, Bluff, a bit obtuse. No need to watch your words— Like foreigners and children, They don’t speak the language. Despite their bulk, They’re easy to ignore, and All of them look strangely similar. When next you meet one, Remember, if communication […]

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Surreal Elements in a Relationship He wore jeans and a singlet boots and a watch which he hung over the chair like a Dali watch it grew bigger and bigger while I grew smaller and smaller he said my moustache made me look like a man I said his moustache made him look absurd I […]

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Glass Slipper My beautiful, blue-eyed boy grown so tall and strong and strange, able to make a living not a life, beloved but ill-equipped to love your lovely, laughing girl who barely hesitates as he draws her into the slow, somnambulant dance of the unrequited, taking up the 3:4 rhythm like a heart born to […]

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Chandelier-Tree I find myself staring at the spaces between fronds, where pure blue plumes appear, the air painting itself on my eye. And I see how the trunk doesn’t end where a person can climb, but continues to the redwood’s true crown, sky-feathers piercing the stratosphere, blue forest on blue, some white with lace frills […]

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Redwood Canopy Explorer I hang in the spaces between canopies and when I pause for breath it hits me— the total silence. Even my mental chatter vanishes. Just me and these ancient beings and the rain they filter from the fog dripping on my glistening skin. I glide in a wordless mist. All that holds […]

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The Treekeeper’s Tale I have set up house in the hollow trunk of a giant redwood. My bed is a mat of pine needles. Cones drop their spirals on my face as I sleep. I have the usual flying dreams. But all I know when I wake is that this bark is my vessel as […]

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