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Trees Called To Me

An account of a trip up to the Ridgeway on August 30th 2021 bank holiday Monday. As I gazed through a cobweb attached to pane and sill, trees swayed...
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There's something beautiful in the clouds

There's something beautiful in the clouds , on a rainy day or on a mildly cloudy one.One thing is for sure it always prewarns us of something that's...

17.2 Croaker Hole

In the meantime, the radio was calling the ship, “Del Rey calling Valor! Do you hear me! Del Rey calling! Answer me, Valor!” “Where is land?” she...
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WebWorld (4.9)

Daybreak came harsh and in too much of a hurry. A white-gold sunrise dug at my shuttered eyes, until they couldn’t resist its prodding. Consciousness...

Prison Walls bring hope!*

The walls incarcerated men, confined, blocked out the tortured moans of battered minds and bones; but see! they hold up messages of hope … and hear! those walls have now become a sounding board – tap tap, tap …
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I See Something Special

Like the snowflakes they sometines form, clouds are unique.
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Crucial Moves of Fantasy

Sit back and watch the sea above Where images of waves and whales and fish and ships Collide and slide and get mixed up Until it is a sea no more But...
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Bedtime Blues

I find myself here again, faking sleep
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Love, Rehab, and Mutant Turtles (1)

1. Hello, My Name Is Nick looked out at a sea of grizzled faces staring back at him from atop plastic bucket seats. He didn’t recognize anyone in...

A Dream Team

A sports-mad pair.
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17.1 Croaker Hole

The Tayana stopped off the coast of Mustang Island on the barrier reef encrusting Corpus Christi Bay. Meanwhile, Paul Clancy in Playa Del Rey,...

Maria and the Bellasis Family 2

Chapter 2 I have now decided to live in the Religious House as an annuitant. I won’t pretend we are not jam packed, but I have a room of my own, and...

The Pickle Poem

I can't overlook what you did because it was an incredibly stupid thing to do. You wanted a batch of pickles and you hired Aunt Bee to make them for...

Get you the moon.

Isn’t it odd how often we think of others but never realise we are thought of, to learn you were once the main character in other peoples poetry, how...
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Where was the tenderness lost

In our stripey t-shirts we say that although things are different now let’s always be here for each other and we both get in our waiting taxis that...
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Post-jogging

With hills like this you’d be silly not to make yourself some playlists, put some headphones on and go running, or at least on fast walks that make...

The Long and the Short of It

When I was young, life seemed so long. Eating meat and making a pong. Wondering about the average length of a dong. Fairly certain of right and wrong...

16.3 Playa Del Rey

They drove to Balli Beach. It was getting cold so they bought beers and tacos and chose an isolated spot on the beach. Natalia pulled the vehicle...

WebWorld (4.8)

“No, no, no.” Tristan whispered. “He doesn’t have to be dead.” His face was wrapped, covered, his whole hanging body was. Tristan grabbed my knife...
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Last night we touched

Talking in tongues only the flesh understands We moved pulled by Saturn Driven by the tide surge Into the orbit of Mars Our fingers surfing the...

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