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"Lies Always Come Back" [Mister Martínez Part Twenty Nine]

Fizzle...hiss... As you can see from the photo, whilst the Hedy Lamarr isn't nearly as glamourous as its namesake, or indeed 'Rita, it's much nicer than I've made it sound. Image is a screenshot from Balearia.com's website. This is much better than a plug on TripAdvisor and I've told them so.

Coastline

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I sit on the shores of the coastline, the sand is warm, the water dances with blinding radiance and the people around me are light-hearted . Today...

Half a World Away

“That’s not it idiot, I meant that you should have told me you found someone sooner.” “It’s only been a few weeks.” “I’m your best friend, you should...
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growing pains

growing pains there’s a pack of surly black dogs snarling and hissing at my heels it scatters when I turn to face it, regathers when I’m feeling down...

Not Fair

Day after day,we grieve for you, The heartache of that cruel, Confused, painful day, Will never, ever go away. It was sudden and we felt Such a heart...

Strange Times

The freedom of the birds and the whispy summer clouds are what we dream of now Spring was quietly stolen our liberties curtailed homes were a prison...
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I Want To Watch The Wind Dance

I want to watch the wind dance, Watch it twirl and swirl and whirl around, Watch it pitter patter as it plays on either side of a leaf on a branch as...
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A Story of May

I was born in October, and I always knew my name was chosen as a political statement. My Dad was a member of the International Marxist Group back then. They were big in the seventies.

The Sausage

I tied a sausage to my leg and for a short time my ex-girlfriend was fooled. But she dumped me flat on my ass when she laerned her leg was being...

Lamenting the lock-up

Josiah and Archibald consider the possibility of further Covid restrictions, with mixed results.
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The answer to ‘nature deficit disorder’

out into free therapy, and don't deprive children
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I Am Not Starving

Every week or so Ilkley Literature Festival's web-site runs a Creative Writing Challenge called Be All Write. via its Facebook page. I enter from time to time. This week the challenge is to write a poem about The Last (Wo)Man on Earth. https://www.facebook.com/ilkleylitfest/ Anyway, this is mine. Picture author LeBanc (pixabay.com) licence CC.2.0
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last days

Last days Delicate music, birds, tree frogs, cicadas singing their farewells to your life. only eight years between us, your age fell heavily on your...

broken home

broken home each night repeats the one before; get drunk somewhere, sleep with a stranger, or home alone, a sleepless night on a sheet-less single...

Panic

At 6 am a jogger wearing a blue track outfit, huffs past a Victorian house with green-gabled trim, waves to a paperboy leading his terrier, skirts a...

Adopt a Tiger (3)

Susan had seen Billy the Pie around, obviously. He was the purple-haired clown at the end of her street, the one with the clown car outside his house...
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Adopt a Tiger (2)

Susan rang the emergency number on the tiger cage. "There's been a mistake," she said. "I signed up to adopt a tiger and you've delivered the tiger...
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tragic

tragic our lives are tragic, starving artists overlooked die in poverty they are buried as paupers - then - too late - gain cult status our lives are...

Worlds Apart

When I hear about people having to flee their country because of poverty, wars or cruelty, it makes me feel so sad, but lucky to live here in England...

Soul Circles

The sun was setting. They had reached a stretch of desert. She wasn’t familiar with any deserts in the area. Groups of people were gathered in circles across the stretch as several black cars dotted their outlines. Some looked to be around her age. Older ones seemed to stay close to the cars. "Excuse me?" she asked a woman with long grey bushy hair. "How do I get to-" "Follow your instructors kid and join one o' the circles," the raspy voice said as the woman lit up another cigarette.

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