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Delirium

A high temperature makes Julie remember the good times, only to come down to earth with a bang!
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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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A Final Poem About Arthenia

Her name was Arthenia and she was my aunt. I wish I could say that she's still alive but I can't. When she became ill, her family had good reason to...
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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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Battered Wife

She vowed to be with him for the rest of her life. He beat her constantly and she was a battered wife. He beat his wife over and over again. He didn'...
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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...

Happy Birthday, Mom - Part XI

You were born on August the 2nd of 1948. Your death was sad and hard to contemplate. Today would've been your birthday but you didn't survive. If you...

Medieval Disneyland

Medieval Disneyland- real or imagined ? We had completed and much enjoyed a Viking “Grand Tour” of Europe, earlier in June. It was wonderful. The...
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A Bad Deal! By Alfred Muggins

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23/1/23 Will there be anything of me left? Sign up for a proper job! Sell your time for an amount which really isn’t that much higher than the...
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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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Thirty-Three Years

Jesus was the only perfect person and he lived for thirty-three years. His death brought about sadness, misery and tears. He lived for thirty-three...
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Nourishing Nurture

With foundational flour … and a cup of … sweeten with …
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cadaver'n make-believe'n abracdabra'ers

this pretensious serpentining is swallowing us up as echoing mules for the hopeless potionings of fools cadaver'n make-believe'n abracadabra'ers !...
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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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Mother Deer

Each foot-fall begins an army of thrusts- the boldness of a mother deer on behalf of two young ones their dependence on the older lady complete and...
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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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Loving the only God

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] I love Him because He is pure … He rules all the angels that serve, restraining what devils intend. …

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