A bard on the wire, a voice in the wilderness, a home page for exiles trying to get home. Everybody is an exile. Maybe artists just realise it. "Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried, in my way, to be free."
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- Poem of the Month 2016-2020
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- Doin’ different. (my 8th poetry collection) Poppyland Press 2015
- Exile in his Own Country (my 7th poetry collection) Bluechrome, 2006
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- A Job To Remember
- The Merchant of Lynn's Tale
- A Robin Hood Lesson
No posts with label We know nothing about the woman in the first frame (and the thumbprint) except that she was Maz's great grandmother and that she was in service. But it's a very eloquent picture. All the the others pictures of people in service - England's largest occupation even at the height of the industrial revolution (higher even than the vast numbers employed in agriculture) - are from the website www.thisvictorianlife.com. The sailor is from bbprivateer.ca . The boy and the girl are childhood pictures of Peacock's Tale the duo you hear playing and singing.. Show all posts
No posts with label We know nothing about the woman in the first frame (and the thumbprint) except that she was Maz's great grandmother and that she was in service. But it's a very eloquent picture. All the the others pictures of people in service - England's largest occupation even at the height of the industrial revolution (higher even than the vast numbers employed in agriculture) - are from the website www.thisvictorianlife.com. The sailor is from bbprivateer.ca . The boy and the girl are childhood pictures of Peacock's Tale the duo you hear playing and singing.. Show all posts
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