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time moves on eternally you cannot click on pause no referee to stop the clock regardless of your cause . your time is surely limited and when your...

Hubs, and Pods and Sieves.

The libraries are closing Because people find their books online The publishers and distributors want everyone to buy their own They've told us we...

You rode a razor-bladed, wooden sledge through the snow And I, sitting on my mum's tea-tray, asked, "Won't you give us a go?" And you said, "No! Your...

Why it might happen...

The radio in the café is off-station

A YOUTH PLEADS FOR 'MERCY,' this "Year of Mercy" "Do not call me good, for there IS none who is good, save God." - Jesus taught this to his apostles...

off 'Orca Island' the whales echolate and spout peace calls toward shore where Juan sorts through the larger driftwood, picking out furniture marble...

I had to travel to Stevenage in early 2015 where I made some rough notes about what I saw during my three hours there on a very cold day. It is only now that I have been able to revisit these notes some twelve months later and put together this essay about what I saw and felt that day. I have been fortunate enough to have travelled to a few off the beaten track for tourists and hope this will be the first of many such essays.