Rhythm-Only Song: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
“I thought we should sit ‘round, relate our stories, friend to friend. We each know something of this place. Let’s share it, this night, face to face.”
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The Voice That Searched My Memories: extracts from The Floating Harbour
Now riddle it with chaos: muddied fury lit by mob-borne flame.
The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part III
Silent morning. Earthly peace. Servant girl re-swaddles.
This Room, This City, This World: extracts from The Floating Harbour
“Change is the only thing. It’s the only thing there is.”
That Way, For Him, Adventure Lies: extracts from The Floating Harbour
The seagulls, too: they screech in semi-reliably recorded history.
The Hunter Sits: extracts from The Floating Harbour
Such keen eyes, such keen resolve.
The River Keeps Me Company: extracts from The Floating Harbour
I watch her and she’s wistless as she weaves and waves again.
The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part I
Bayit-Lekhem in wintrous calm as coarsest night kills evening.
william altoft 