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A fleeting glimpse from a window... in her small backyard, all wrapped up in a winter-jasmine wind...

The Very Small Council sat around the table, all eyes fixed upon the small clay bowl in the centre.

This is the third chapter in my first person stream of consciousness work in progress focussing on the story of Tom Booth, a young guy who is simply trying to work out how to be happy. This was previously the second chapter however I felt that Tom's language and state progressed too quickly for the story and it needed a bridging chapter. I will be posting the second chapter soon. I have been out of education for a long time now and just write for myself, so if you could please give me some input I would really appreciate it.

One more stone lad he cried Then we’ll finish for the day One more stone lad hurry up now Bread and wages, bills to pay One more stone lad Just...

The world is in a perpetual fog. We hover, ignore our fellowship, and kiss our drink glass with more committment and care than we do with a lover. We...

missing snow I make and remake a paper ball

For my mate Danny and his mum.

Out in the Atlantic May 10 th Dear Phoebe and Philip, I decided that it was fairer that I write my letters from now on to both of you, and I will try...

Premise 1: Things may be true though we cannot perceive them. (For example Atoms exist even if I have never seen an Atom, their existence is not...