nostalgia – Chris Pitts

Archie’s harmonica

Even the thunder was beautiful when Archie played the harmonica, The roses dared to sing and we followed ‘the mystery tramp’ His thick lips and dirty face made sorrow go away. His whining notes called as the twin tides of yesterday,Conjured the house of oaths to make false promises.And in those hopes and dreams Archie’s […]

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Music in the sleeping moment

The sundial in a 1964 English garden, the ladies tea party and moan of gossip. Mothers union whispered in crowd introductions, and a lone bird singing. Where has the England of that hid security gone? Where is the gravestone for me to mourn? With the swiftness of an executioner’s sword, it ceased to be, In