The Victorian Portrait Company

♦ From my book 'Nothing But The Rain' ♦ We hang our shame on the wall For the world to thoughtfully dissect, A distorted family masterpiece of ill will, Bitterness and venom coloured sepia, Is this post-mortem photography? A thousand autumns of disrelished taboo? Each moment fractured, fragmented, Arranged epoch, Frozen forever, But this is... Continue Reading →

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