Poems by Roger Stevens
It's funny how things get inside your head and appear in your dreams. When my mum was moving house I spent a whole night moving furniture, mostly fridges there were thousands of them and lots of cats that kept escaping. Even stranger the house looked like the b&b we'd stayed in in Whitby that summer. I woke up exhausted.
roger, good to get back to your writing. charming, as always.
I had a curios dream last night ( or was it the night before?) about waiting on the busy platform of a railway station but one track was the canal and narrowboat was the train. What does it mean?Too much cheese and chutney before retiring I expect!
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