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Eyes hang out.
by Ian Jermyn
Ten days home already. Back to the Nest. New twigs and feathers, same view, same smell, same squaws from same jaws. The trade-in canine swings by i...
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Small Offerings
by Ian Jermyn
The midget hulks a weightlessness filled bucket half the size of herself toward the waters edge to drown into lapping tongues of a salivating tide....
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Heat & Visions
by Ian Jermyn
A waterfall of foot falls runs she toward,Cascades of hair bounce drenched with sweetest scents,She laughs soft little waves &Pours blood in, o...
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"Those who have Malaka, hold Venice by the throat."
by Ian Jermyn
Can't recall which gent spouted that... apparently too true at the time.Thirty-seven thousand feet we climbed above the smog & turbulence - up ...
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Continued scratchings
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scooterism
by Ian Jermyn
White knuckled rides sliding vinyl sweated seat. This, is chaos. I'm inept & grip with a ferocity an accelerator that twitches insect-like hurl...
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Tropics works
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Beggars, prophets and loose skin
by Ian Jermyn
My Uruguayan brothers have absconded on hired wind-ups to the centres of hub-bub, hustle & trade. I'm neither ready or wanting to make that jou...
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Entrances & En-trances
by Ian Jermyn
We could hear the firing range as the breathless little scooter bounced us through crossword potholed path bending round & down to the top step...
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Belated notes on exit..
by Ian Jermyn
Just caught a glimpse of bambi. Head boibbed up catching my melting eyelids with hooks. The dual carriage is racing its steel away from Barnstaple ...
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Bali, barrels, burnt & broke
by Ian Jermyn
Only know it's sunday cause tomorrow the banks open - had planned to sort my creased card out then but found to do it online is going to sort it. A...
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vacation
by Ian Jermyn
Playlist crooning Guns & Roses, The Beatles, Sex Pistols and more. A mixed tape balled up by Ben from the Ho! (Westward styley) - cheers bloke,...
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