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Pengwndwn*
From about age 7 to 14 we had a family holiday many Augusts, a fortnight in a little cottage (called Pengwndwn*) up a little overgrown lane from its...
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Scramble
In November of 1982, Mom bought me a handheld video game for an early Christmas present. The game I received was "Scramble" by Tomy. It's a VFD (...
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Runaway Mother chapter 17
Can Mary finally catch a break? It's date night! I wonder how it goes....
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At Winter's Darkest Hour
Elemental deeds in Winter, see how luscious green slips away; behold! Sun sinking low, intense gleam weakened. Blown are the desires of summer, do...
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The Moths Ate My Knickers
We are experiencing very unusual times. What a facetious remark. All times are surely unusual. Yesterday was different from its previous day, year,...
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Stream of Consciousness in the River of Time
Casting my net in the street, I first spotted a clan of pavement blockers. These are people who spread themselves across the public path as though...
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The Woman on the Other Side of the Screen
I wish I didn't have occasion to write this. It is a companion piece to "The Man on the Other End of the Phone" Image is a screenshot
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Jasper in the Sun 2
Trees highlight Nature in artful displays dressed among strokes of landscape green cliffs presented in sheaths of gray afternoon clouds crowding a...
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Teenage Twitterati
Homing instinct honed, they alight flapping, cawing, at midnight. Smoking on the wing, their sequined plumage drenched in vodka, bypassing my over-...
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No, Ho, Ho!
In which Archibald asks for a favour and Josiah feels no goodwill to the season.
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Runaway Mother chapter 16
Are things all getting too much for Mary?
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Variations on a Poem Read at My Mother's Funeral
I missed my boat. I arrived too late. I sat on the quayside with an overnight bag.
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Strand Line
Strand line: another name for the high tide line on the beach. Photo's mine - from when I was working in Greece.
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Memories from Falls Past
Audio version at: https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/memories-from-falls-past-mp3 Memories from Falls Past Mist falling in dank layers, enveloping...
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Chemo 15
Chemo 15 What difference does a month make? Four more episodes of poison being pushed into a vein made to swell by sitting in a tub of hot water for...
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Who can go into His presence?
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] They knew He is holy, they knew they were not. The temple displayed well the need they had got for mercy before they could meet Him, embrace – a substitute sacrifice to die in their place. … A Saviour would come soon …
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kick the can
I kick the can, cause I can Mothers’ handbags, like grief clutched to their breasts I kick the can cause I Their faces open, but closed in a wail...
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A Great Escape
Three men on a raft.
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Runaway Mother chapter 15
What does Mary's boss want to talk to her about?
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by Craven Arms
(18/11/22) Bright November afternoon: on the Onny, late low sunshine glints, river flowing full (border rain) tumbling sound, trees still holding...
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