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The Early Bird the early bird catches a stone in its beak flies on and drops it like a bead into the mouths of grey still sleepers whose minds unaware of the dawn are the rustles in hillside burrows while … Continue reading →

On the Eve of the March Thus the Executioner’s song: few are dead to the many are coming For what is the solace of night without the fear of dawn what is the awakening of flesh to the pleasures of … Continue reading →

Elwood Beach circa 1984: In Memoriam and so ends the era of fire and no more may be heard the sound of thunderous threat and screeching tyres and the wonderous life so wild of a saturday night on elwood beach … Continue reading →