Still Life

Crunching footsteps as I walk the creekside track
embarrassing the silence
with my presence

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Conyer Brickworks

A poem about an old brickworks, reclaimed by nature, but now threatened with a development of luxury homes.

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Hollowshore

A poem I wrote after time sat at the point where the incoming Swale divides into Oare Creek and Faversham Creek. A contemplation of the limbo we are in, as we await a vaccine.

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