Observation Poetry Psychogeography rag-pickings Symbol

Lost coordinates





Time adrift

Land, sea and sky under caul of ice fog

Lost coordinates.


Trace of an island? spectral ship?

Ah – foreshore shaman at the prow.


Now playing: Kevin Drumm – Middle of Nothing (Part 1)

By Murdo Eason - From Hill to Sea

murdo eason / walking / writing / between world & word

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