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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Jim Newcombe was born and grew up in Derby in the English Midlands. He has lived in London since 2006, working as a writer, editor, proofreader and book reviewer, and on a number of films for cinema release. He is a frequenter of the theatres, galleries and taverns, reconnoitring across London to partake in its spirited culture. His main preoccupations are literature, art, natural history and psychogeography.

Jim Newcombe

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No Path Through Flowers

From the Blessington Carriage to the Blue Note
we linked along the streets, our clumsy ballet
threading through our native shire's fetch and clime.
Our strolls in Derbyshire now seem as remote
as the snowbound bundles of baled hay
where you told me you loved me for the first time.

Maldivean fantasists; Parisian escapees;
the nights in which you stole my energy
and a bright atom broke from our conjoining.
Such was our story. What, then, was to blame
when young love met with frost as life was forming?
No doubt connoisseurs will find it had a name.