No blood relation.
Sentry at the gatehouse
of some vast and rambling estate.
His wife had followed him down
Something old I never finished editing that I forgot to post. maybe the beginning of a novel, I'm not sure.
and I know I’ve just crushed its skull,
spread its brains for the happy crows,
laid suicide supper for the loveable fox -
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The point where you describe
Posted on Mon, 23 Dec 2013
The point where you describe the torch's myriad reflections in the quartz walls, was one of those wonderful visual treats where you have to pause the reading because the image is so strong it interferes with the words you are trying to process....Read full comment
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I'd guessed why you chose to
Posted on Wed, 14 Dec 2011I'd guessed why you chose to do it in this way for that reason and I suppose it brings up the question of who we are writing for. Death of a Son (who died in a mental hospital aged one) Something has ceased to come along with me. Something...Read full comment
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