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Saturday, 5 December 2020

Martin Johnston remembered...

Excerpt from 'The Blood Aquarium' 
Tonight the air is delicate 
like those tremulous aquatints 
in the better Victorian chronicles of travel. 
One would expect it to lisp. 
‘I think I would look better,’ it might say, 
‘in basic black.’ 
And in the night’s night 
we swing on the clapper of a black bell, tolling 
impossible polyphonies of burnished fish 
into the squi#ering plasma that surrounds us.

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Welcome to 2020 (and beyond we hope)...the year the world overturned with covid-19. This blog is intended to be an insight into my experiences this year - being wary of infection, but learning to live - see, think, wonder - differently. If you choose to comment, be supportive please. Thank you. Be safe. Namaste.