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Philadelphia All that happens is smoke drifts like a magic carpet. Pale amber lights flicker to remind us they are working. Clouds, dull grey, pretend to care as part of a half hearted yet likeable sky. By David Bugg (2012)

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Photo Poem: “Departure Loungers”

“Departure Loungers” The purple flannel suit drew my eye, “shall I buy a coca cola?” American, of course, thought I, dry as brut, my throat’s relief, A man, alone, nursing Heineken from cans. A place of big spaces travellers wait … Continue reading

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