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Wilson Hill

E Wilson Hill is an artist living in New York City with his wife, Helen. He has always been fascinated with word structure from Kabala to etymology and then placing words together to form sound, colour, rhythm and content. Poetry … Continue reading

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Born But hell My father decides I’m not his Since I’m not here yet Having not even been conceived I can only go by hear say My father screwed my mother on leave no doubt Then shortly thereafter or before … Continue reading

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Wilson Hill

E Wilson Hill is an artist living in New York City with his wife, Helen. He has always been fascinated with word structure from Kabala to etymology and then placing words together to form sound, colour, rhythm and content. Poetry … Continue reading

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Crazy

Crazy, crazy, crazy is this life, You think you have some grasp But find you are dancing With a corpse of maggots So you steel yourself Become uptight, Anal, The clock is ticking, Time is money Money is blood – … Continue reading

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My DOG

Like any boy I wanted a Dog But my father’s answer to all things was “You are too young” One day someone heard my pleas Brought a mongrel street dog he had found My father objected However that man My … Continue reading

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