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“Manchester”

A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness… It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer. Manchester – 22 May 2017 Dark these recent stormy skies...

Tuk Tuk

Tuk Tuk Blues skies into long sultry nights draws us back once more music plays “this guys in love with you”, cascades the water and pours its charms through and down under tiny coin filled bridge. Tan men, beautiful ladies, the smell of sun, cologne and...