Life games, music, magic and all the rest. Adventures of the fringe of the fringe amongst the.. "People's Republic of Brighton and Hove"

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Mossy mountainside

encounters with squiggle-haired goblin

fairy folk, trace walking lines

of kinship

we were trained

millennia to ignore. Yes

ours travelled,

thousands cross

the ocean, opportunity

dance // take over,

slash and grab


The static motion

of these shores, influx

overcoming waves

of violence and later

strange broken

acceptance, oh sing-song!

oh silence! Our worlds

still hang there

beneath surface. Through

the glassy table. We always

saw, yet never

saw, not just because

of our own ancestral

adventures. Fear

wracks this land. Waves and

waves of conquest to

and from and over the shores,

rolling. People

come with no agenda

but their own safety,

a place for children to

thrive, survive. Yearn

with nothing but welcome and

Love through the

new and old

barriers, hands touch, silence,

strong stories in silence. What

is it reclaiming ….?

Dance! Dance! Dance!

cuckoo, echo,