Poetry
The Ox-Bow Incident
The Ox‑bow Incident The Ox‑bow Incident, whispered on a wind‑blown day, A patch of earth where the flat land turns toward the water, Where tin‑dust sighs like a low hymn and the cattle’s
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The Spin In the tilt of a railway platform, the world unfurls like a woolly scarf hanging from the buzzing ceiling. The whistle blows, and a river of traffic lights blinks behind my ears as if
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Casino Royale In the glittering glow of the ancient hall, the Croupier whirls the chips, his hands a ballet of quiet power, stamping the colours of luck that have come and gone. Grey cards rest
Read more →La La Land
In the bustling heart of La La Land – a slick, neon‑bleached dream – the lights flicker in rhythm, as if to each other’s beat they lean. The jazz clubs spin amber riffs, and
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A lance gleams in noon‑lit clime, a slender spear that stretches wide— its shaft, a timbered,‑old ark of wood, carrying the weight of old‑world pride. In cobbled lanes of Stratford‑on‑Avon, the echo of
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