Day 128
GT has given me his memory of the Avignon episode, so the reconstruction now runs something like this: I started writing the poem after seeing her, got three verses done,… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Avignon
Day 127
So I found the poem to the unknown woman in Avignon. It was August 1987. Memory is not an exact time until you find the evidence. A bit like emotions…. Continue Reading
Day 126
It’s a year to the date that we moved from Stradbroke (the old village as I now call it) to Norwich. And, for some reason, I am running late this… Continue Reading
Day 125
I’ve started this any number of times. In my head. On the screen. Nothing feels right, and the weight of the words has been all wrong. It’s taken me 30… Continue Reading
A L’Inconnue 2018
In Avignon,August 1987,With money borrowed from my Arabian ex-girlfriend,I feasted on croissants, black coffee, and GauloisesSans filtreAt 7 a.m.In the sunlight alone and warm,And wished for a single currency. We… Continue Reading