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Searching For Blue Sea Glass: September 2014

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass. Poems by Roger Stevens. Wednesday, September 10, 2014. In the back bedroom. That was always damp. Dad probably swapped them. For a tuppenny blue. In a house he was demolishing. Maybe in its loft. The glass case jammed beneath a beam. A squirrel, a crow? I can’t remember now. I was probably seven or eight. I think there was a badger. I wonder where they are now. Posted by Roger Stevens. Thursday, September 04, 2014. That pass in a nod. Whizz by in the blink of an eye. To the ...

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass: December 2013

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass. Poems by Roger Stevens. Wednesday, December 18, 2013. We have left the Brighton to. And are travelling cross country. No longer heading for the city. The carriage is quiet, nearly empty. And outside an early frost. I spoke too soon. Into the carriage pour. A hundred school or more. Why do they shout? Why such loud conversation? Why are their voices so shrill? The cacophony and impatience. Of the i-phone generation. Oh, where is the quiet girl, reading a book? Gazes at the sky.

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass: Listening Through My Separator

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass. Poems by Roger Stevens. Friday, August 29, 2014. Listening Through My Separator. Travelling along Forest Ridge. Also known as the Winged Eel’s Tail. Sometimes called The Devil’s Bridge. Or the Dandelion Moonlight Trail. Often called the Pancake Trap. Also the Valley of Old Tin Cans. Where the chrome-winged bone crows flap. And Ant Man Bee makes jagged plans. I am listening to Trout Mask Replica. On the border of the Land of Frown. Listening through my separator. Yuckelbel's ...

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass: May 2014

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass. Poems by Roger Stevens. Monday, May 26, 2014. Sky of Bone, Land of Stone. I can’t write another poem. That’s what I think sometimes. I’ve nothing more to write. Just another poem for another place. After a noisy night. In a hotel with Perspex walls. A drizzle of rain. After the hot southern cocktail. I wander the streets. By chance I glimpse a lap dancer. Through through the open doorway. To an empty bar. She sticks out her tongue. In, what I imagined afterwards. Sky of bone,.

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass: June 2013

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass. Poems by Roger Stevens. Monday, June 24, 2013. From the top-edge of my vision. I saw the blur of hair. And for a moment. I thought I had hair. I thought I was young again. It was my eyebrows’ hair. Growing out of control. Which means, of course,. Posted by Roger Stevens. Friday, June 14, 2013. Usually this blog is for my own poems. But this poem by my friend, the legendary singer/songwriter that is Robb Johnson, just has to be out there! Robb is also a reception teacher.

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass: January 2013

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass. Poems by Roger Stevens. Tuesday, January 29, 2013. So many amazing sights. The sea front barricades. Falling relentlessly on the town. The three pound two ounce plaice. On that particularly low tide. Of Steph and Joe. The sea scattering sunshine. Posted by Roger Stevens. Tuesday, January 22, 2013. I was once given. This brilliant piece of advice. And decided to act upon it. As if it were your last. So, I made a will. And I sorted out my kitchen drawer. And gave all my money.

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass: Stuffed Animals

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Searching For Blue Sea Glass. Poems by Roger Stevens. Wednesday, September 10, 2014. In the back bedroom. That was always damp. Dad probably swapped them. For a tuppenny blue. In a house he was demolishing. Maybe in its loft. The glass case jammed beneath a beam. A squirrel, a crow? I can’t remember now. I was probably seven or eight. I think there was a badger. I wonder where they are now. Posted by Roger Stevens. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jazz in the Quiet Carriage. Poems as e-book. SOmEThiNg...

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Abstractions and Oddities - Alan Bowman iPhoneography

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alan bowman / the freeformfreakout organisation: New Websites Online

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Alan bowman / the freeformfreakout organisation. Alan bowman - artist, performer, the managing director of the freeformfreakout organisation. interests include fluxus, 'difficult' music, good old garage, ska, rockabilly and english punk. Bowman in his more serious moments works for The Emily Harvey Foundation in Venice. Bowman is permanently worried and sick of it! Monday, January 30, 2012. Two new websites online:. Http:/ alanbowman.weebly.com/. Http:/ bowmaniphoneography.weebly.com/. Reid Wood's Havent...

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Wild - Alan Bowman iPhoneography

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