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In which the garden reveals more than expected,but no answers, and an unexpected visitor brings the weight of the law to bear.

Note: I am told that on the night of my birth there was a power cut. I am in the dark as to how long it lasted. This is how I imagine things happened...

Those Dreams Of Mine I Brang To You By Paul McCann I decided a long time ago to take the songs that I wrote out to the concrete streets and play...

The first half of my description of my experiences of the first month of the year in which I first used euro banknotes to pay for my weekly shop. The one hundred words per day rule applies, as usual.

In the hush after a ping, the breath between notifications, the half-second before refresh— nothing at all. I remember quiet. I remember reaching for...

Freshly picked from my garden... FMF © 2011 True Colours Like the sea of silk geraniums On display in Waldecks Garden Centre Cafe Consumerism has...

I miss you like a cow. Plaintive I moo, and ruminate these memories. They circulate, Through eight or seven stomachs, Regurgitated, Then swallowed...

In cold spells they collapse to the ground only to resurrect themselves once the temperature rises. During conflict they were used to de-ice tanks...