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THE INVISIBLE UNDEAD

I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings. “The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers

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THAT DAY CAN’T COME TOO SOON

‘Morning Sun on hottest English day’ Nothing matters this side of midnight When fading shadows go chase the moon I hope one day you’ll understand that That day can’t come too soon ‘Empty Bar, Red-hot Day’ I captured visions of the blackness Two dimensions are fine by me Up above hidden stars are restless Until

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ONLY THE WINNERS RUN WILD

A Zoolon aside: In 55 BC Julius Caesar and his Roman army turned up in Dover ready to invade Britain. However, Caesar overlooked the cliffs from which the locals were lobbing giant boulders down at him.  Thinking to himself, ‘I don’t need this’ and without a Plan B he gave the invasion a miss.  Yet

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REFLECTOR’S REFLECTIONS

The other day, even though it was silly hot I got up high to the part of the Western Heights where very few people go. This section of the Heights doesn’t overlook the sea, it’s the backside of The White Cliffs and a safe home for the wild things. There’s no call for masks up

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NOTHING AT ALL

The writing was never on the wall It’s got to be epic or nothing at all I heard in the distance a silent call ‘There’s no point in climbing if you can’t take a fall’ Tell that to the dream rescuer Tell that to your beating heart Tell that to the big mouth Who says,

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‘I WALK WITH YOU’

‘Source: Entertainment Mesh’ It’s always a privilege collaborating with Geetha Prod’hom  As I once wrote a while back she’s, “The talented lady of more artistic skills and genres than I could ever count.” If you don’t know of her already, do check out the multi-faceted WP blog of GEETHA  – there’s a whole gallery of

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A SILVER RAY OF LIGHT

In the corner of the sky Through the window of my mind Looks to be a silver ray of light To the shiver of a nightmare Not asleep and not awake If you hang around you’ll get the last invite To the library of dreams The home of honest schemes And wild things that only

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PLACES I MISS

‘I swear it is true, the past isn’t dead, it’s alive, it is happening, in the back of my head’ Agnes Obel ‘And if I’m blinded, will my eyes become the planets?’ Aurora Aksnes ‘Each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories’ Paul Simon ‘Darkness creeps in like a thief and

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THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

‘The Way Back Home’ Just across from me is a place called the Western Heights. It’s now just a local nature reserve, but once during the Napoleonic Wars in the 1860’s, its vast defences were designed to protect Dover from French invasion. It’s been said that the Western Heights of Dover were one of the

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I SHUT MY EYES & COUNT TO THREE

‘A long way from home – the first living thing you’ll see’ Written in the first person and based on an interview with a refugee on TV a while back. It stayed with me. I walked from somewhere into nowhere As a lonesome refugee No possessions, but in my pocket Safe and sound, a memory

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