Cover art – the good, the bad, and the erm unexpectedly inspirational?

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Debut novel, Lost in Static

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The Seven Gates of London

Todays challenge was to find and photograph the locations of the old gates of London.  These date back to Roman times when a wall encircled the city, the gates lasted until 1760 when most of them were destroyed in order to facilitate a road widening scheme (I know right?)Some of the gates had a pretty gruesome reputation.  As the entrance to the city they would often place the heads of traitors and limbs of various other people.  They were key to the operation of the city controlling trade, access and sometimes used to collect taxes.  They were also often used as prisons with Newgate becoming one of the most notorious.The city wall extended from Tower Hill in the east to Blackfriars in the west and contained seven main gates in addition to a number of ‘posterns’ which were basically access routes for pedestrians.The main gates of London were: Aldgate – leading to Colchester and EssexBishopsgate – leading to Shoreditch and up towards Cambridge along the old Ermine Street.Moorgate – Not an original Roman gate, it was more than likely a postern in Roman times only becoming a gate in 1415.  The gate led to the Moorfields a marshy area north of the city.Cripplegate – Leading to the village of Islington.Aldersgate – leading towards St. Bartholomews Abbey, Smithfield Market and London Charterhouse.  Aldersgate is thought to have replaced a previous gate to the west of the city.Newgate – leading towards Oxford and the west.Ludgate – leading towards Bath and the South West

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Whirlwind

Paul F. Lenzi ~ Poetry

the wind and the whirlwind the sand and the sandstorm blow through my spaces the places inside where I fought all the good fights of autoimmune heart and mind vice and virtue engaged in their life and death struggles to clinch final judgment empty chambers now sapped howling voids all the fight long gone out of me never achieving conclusion just war-torn and weary areas where standards of sinners and saints snap like windsocks in gales of abandonment death when it comes mere formality

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