April 1984
All our expectations were totally eclipsed by the occasion. Your words splintering like falling ice all around in a growling bus station.
Warm rubber on cold concrete, there is only one place left to go. The nouns you used left little to believe in.
Picture: Alex S. Transport Photography
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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
Welcome
Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
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