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The vampires of summer…

Spare a thought for the vampire in summer, For, while everyone else seeks the sun, He must hide in the darkness and shadow And from errant sunbeams must run. While the sunbathers tan to perfection. Going golden and brown as … Continue reading

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The Estuary Road – Tallis Steelyard

Reblogged from Tallis Steelyard: I can remember my first sight of the estuary road. It’s a short length of cobbled road, the cobbles laid between timbers and the timbers held in place by great piles driven into the mud. There’s … Continue reading

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The price of performance – Tallis Steelyard

Occasionally one gets called upon to perform at one of the great formal affairs. Such a call comes perhaps once or twice a year and I always feel that it is worth making an effort and attending. Admittedly one never … Continue reading

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Technical matters are best left to skilled tradesmen from Tallis Steelyard

I confess I rarely have many dealings with erotic novelists. This isn’t snobbery on my part, it’s just they tend to be so much more generously remunerated than a mere poet. Still I do have a friend who is renown … Continue reading

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The Port Naain Philosophical and Debating Society for Ladies of wit and discernment – Tallis Steelyard

As a less poetically inclined gentleman once commented, ‘My memoirs are not my confessions.’ These are sentiments I feel a certain kinship with, the duty of a poet is to draw attention towards that which is worthwhile, not to rub … Continue reading

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The importance of getting home under your own steam from Tallis Steelyard

Reblogged from Tallis Steelyard: First you must remember it had been a very hot day. After all it was the height of summer and about the only thing moving in Port Naain was the tide coming up the estuary and … Continue reading

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