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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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Cities contemplating jazz

A person needs images. Beautiful, powerful pictures that can withstand the rage of time. These beautiful, powerful sketches rest in our heads like...
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chlorophyll

The green that can trigger … [last week's IP]
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Rediscovering Holes

This is a poem I wrote some time ago. Fifty-two years ago to be more precise. I rediscovered it the other day whilst searching in the loft for my...
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Silas Nash Book 1: Hush Hush Honeysuckle. Chapter 21 (b)

At home, he touched things as though he’d been away for a year. He touched his bookcase in the hall and brushed his hand over some of the books. He’d...
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Can't Get Used To Losing You (Bring Out Your Dead series - Part 28)

In which Archibald recounts his disquieting dream to Josiah and Chantelle and Lawrence takes charge of their situation.
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