beginning stories
 
beginning stories
'i'm a long time ago person'
close to shore, pale drifting clouds and the words of forgotten sailors
excavating in a quarry of old and battered dreams/in later afternoon light
once upon a time, if that
staging for a classical drama
ancient garden now at the edge of memory
summer dreams with piranesi
arcady, late summer
time and expectation
a fragment of memory, the Carthaginian port, sunrise, Turner's final thought before death
a place i like to visit every few days
the interrogator and the interrogated
had i known you before knowing you
'maquette for a twombley fireplace', with a cool summer rain
fragment from a diasporan wall
provoking antiquity
night and day with 'the thrush in the golden country'
jack and the bean stalk
from days with seafaring men
siting behind you on the shore
erinnerung an die sommerlandschaft, und ein fragment ist alles, was ich brauche
'b sides and rarities'
from a mycenaean summer
just like honey
from the day my friend happily threw her poems into the sea
after visiting the ruins of a roman tennis court
aegean landscape with a drifting cloud
entering a friend's garden
pieces and echoes of stories from seafaring times
sailing to visit a venetian dressmaker
the escape artist visiting a classicist
at the end of a long road that was the beginning of another
landscape near here and the sound of morning birds
climbing around an old house at night
summer afternoon in a friend's garden
music from beyond the sea but first the sea
after reading in a friend's library
from the memory of voyages and sea songs still echoing
days at sea, and yet still the memory of land birds swirling
quiet conversation with a friend
the hands of a village still on my head
songs of ancient desire from, the right side
songs of ancient desire, straight on
songs of ancient desire ,from the left side
drinking in the arrival of spring in a friend's garden
how it all felt then and now
palestina
the light of dawn on an encrusted facade along the route romane d'alsace
the other side of the garden gate, late day raking light
memory of a summer garden
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