Cherrypicked stories

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Too much Proust.

Under the influence of too much Proust I became sluggish of mind and bowel. I was just nineteen. I spent most mornings in bed, unable to bring myself...
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Willow's Missing Tail" 10

The portal was not closed to Willow. She slunk into the garden and her midnight coat blended into the shadows, but her eyes glittered with magical...
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Simplicity meets its riddle

All week I have been looking forward to going to the theater on Friday night. With my youngest sister. We have not spoken or seen each other in...
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Song to My Siren

I loved the way we shared that laughter. No other made me laugh like you.
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0.1%

our burning issue? Poverty is sin and soul's end the means to reach new Heaven : Space, where guilt's weightless and wealth won't decay though years...
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North of Taiga

North of Taiga At sunrise over bleak horizons, breath frozen in an arctic tundra, winds skitter in scattered trees, seasons dream of warmer days...
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A Slow Cooked Life

A Slow Cooked Life My life has been a cautious mixture A slow cooked recipe of hesitant fun Many spicy moments just stumbled upon Daring only to be...
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The Vigorous Fig

But how did you get there? That’s got me perplexed. Oh the wonders of nature, and whatever next?
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Mud fondue!

A wet July is better than dry, or temperatures high – it can bring a supply of liquid mud – so good for a splash and a slither – soon chocolatey face...
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Midnight

Perched, snoozing ten feet high at midnight. A bumblebee large and evident, toward the center of a sunflower dial. Piles of nectar welling up around...
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Goatie 30

Leslie groaned, her face was flushed. ‘Are you quite alright?’ she asked, looking over my shoulder. I could no longer see the shapeshifter, only her...
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Poem of the week

Under Late Spring Sky

Dear diary...although my attempt to create a patch of meadow didn't go to plan, I will hope to try again next year. These are my thoughts in a poem...
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Second Life

Rewritten story Second Life Snow fell like frozen tears from colourless skies; windows frosted over in the cold. A shadow shifted on the kitchen wall...
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Mucky Maureen

A fine poet once wrote… Sometimes we’d go to the Derrisford caff For a bottle of Coke and a bit of a laugh. We’d waste so many afternoons In the...
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Poetry Makes Nothing Happen

Nope, not explaining this one. Image made at canva.com elements used under associated licences.
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"The Coffee House Spy" 11

Emily stared at the small square drive in her hand; why was it hidden in Sir Harry’s collar? It didn’t look like a chip used for tracking. She...
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Goatie 29

‘Are you alright?’ she asked. My head felt fuzzy. I tried to laugh it off. ‘I don’t suppose yeh can get wee apocalypses in the same way you get a wee...
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"Murky Waters"

Misleading words Linguistic twists Blur the lines Between us Ego aggrandized Facts victimized Truth obliterated History manipulated Tribe of like...

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