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The Star-Gypsy

Whirling down out of the glittering purple sky, in a colourful haze of energy came a rotating, wheel shaped space ship; the brightly painted Staravan...

Aftermath

Is it really better to have love and lost?

Just Past Three in the Morning (18)

Pigsy showed up on my doorstep one night at about eight o'clock. He looked a mess. And he opened with: “I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be here right...

Untitled

I open my eyes to a darkness that is so dense I can almost touch it. I lay still, staring into the nothingness, gradually becoming aware of the pain...

The Florrie and Jack Dialogues : The Write Stuff : (Episode 4)

The Write Stuff Florrie : Do you know, Jack, your Aunt Cilla was telling me Trevor has lost the will to live in that prison? Jack : Two years is an...

We Can Have What Satan Can't

We can have what Satan can't, we can live for eternity. This is the reward that is available for you and me. Eternal life is something that we can...
Gold cherry

Accidentally succeeding

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Rough Roads To Roam (Poetry Monthly)

The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned...

Typewritten

Hiding mistakes under the integrated TipEx band with the automatic spell-check function on an electronic machine. Hitting all the keys at once on so...

The BC Adventure 36

November 9, 1922 Cedar Creek My own Lovey darling, I'm ashamed of myself Sweetheart for not writing for such a long time. I think of you dearest all...

'into my own parade' haiku set

mythed and masked on the perverse stage of 'beat,' fame but scrambles us many future men had high highs and bleakest lows seeking sable skies

From clutter to the Kaweka's

The wind is withstood here though largely unnoticed by its locals. An unwavering presence keeps the unwanted thoughts away, though all thought is...
Gold cherry

I can't Sleep

I can't sleep and as I lie here tucked between the sheets hearing the passing ticks and tocks of time and night, waning like a man stranded in an...
Cherry

Forward Re-Write: Training

Sorry that's it's been so long, but here's a longer chapter to make up for it. 3. Training Head still spinning from the implications of the bearded...

The Florrie and Jack Dialogues : Bars of Hope (Episode 3)

Bars of Hope Florrie : That prison, Jack. It was awful. I felt like a criminal myself. I was searched. And poor Trevor he hasn’t been in there a week...

My solution to Frege's identity statement puzzle-

Gotlob Frege asked "how do we account for the difference in cognitive significance between "a=b" and "a=a" when they are true?". And to answer the...

Switchback Ch18

Things may or may not have changed much in Leyton Falls since the last time Alex was out here. Maybe a fence had been painted, maybe the trees were...

I REMEMBERED OMA

The trunk box Mum directed me to, was cluttered with items - a messy mix up of items that seemed a herculean task to tidy up. I had no choice anyways...

LONDON WALK (POETRY MONTHLY)

On dawning rivers of concrete, By purple haze on stagnant pools Watched by lions eyes of red and gold Where laughing stone meets water song;...

The BC Adventure 35

27 October, 1922 Cedar Creek My own Lovey Darling, Thank you so much for your two letters dearest. I was very very glad to hear that you were feeling...

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