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When you read this after I’m dead, a poem by Justin Tuijl (2016)

When you read this after I’m dead

When you read this after I’m dead
You’ll know that
I heard the Blackbirds sing
In the evening
As I walked in the rain
And I wanted to capture the moment
While the air tasted so fresh
And I walked these pavements
Smelt the car exhaust
And I owned
A phone
Had things
Consumed the food
Drank the water
Kept warm in my room
Brushed my teeth
Gave thanks at being alive
Felt good
Felt bad
Made love
Read a book
Listened to the radio
And worried about death

And now I’m gone
It’s your turn

This time, a poem by Justin Tuijl (2016)

This time
by Justin Tuijl (2016)

As we make love
This first time
This is our best time
Tomorrow we will move on
We could part quickly
We could be happy
We could stay together
This time as we move forward
Will be where we return to
If the future is either
Full of hate
Or full of love
Or both

One more edit!

I have decided that I need to edit the novel one more time! Going to run it though the Hemingway App. Has to be done!

A 10 mile slouch from one side of the Thames Barrier to the other

On Sunday I took a walk to the UEL library, then I thought: "Oh why not?" and walked to the Thames Barrier Park for a sit in the cafe and a coffee. Then walking around the park I looked at the other side of the barrier and thought: "Oh why not?" and walked to the otherside! Google maps seems to think I flew over, but it wasn't that easy! 10 miles not easy. In the deffence of Google maps I have realised keeping the GPS on will give a good route record. From now on I know what to do.


Abandoned docklands stuff

That's a big boat!

The other side

The control tower

Out with Lord Dark Helmet - a short London cycle

What started as a short cycle ended up as quite a journey. From the UEL to Trinity Buoy Wharf then along the Lea River. After this I cut back along the Greenway back to Beckton. Shattered!


Stealth Ship

Random Lost Motorbike

The Longplayer

View from the Longplayer


Now in Holland

Map! I turned on the GPS half way through and got a much better route record!

I let go of me, a poem by Justin Tuijl

I let go of me

When I was with you
I let go of me
I should have held on
To what I wanted
And not given in.
I did us both no favours
For the quiet life I desired
But I didn’t have
The energy
To fight
My corner
With one
Who was supposed
To love me
The one
I gave it all
I never was
Paid in kind
And now
There is nothing
Left to give
As I let go of me