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Sea-Salt
Why is the sea blue? They say it has to do with reflection—or other— but I think there’s more to uncover. So, if that’s true… why is the sea so...
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In the Mood (Not)
Sometimes yer in the poetry zone...and sometimes y'aint.
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A young Chianti
I’ve followed signs to Yield in Ireland when I’m used to an Aussie Give Way. As I put on bright lipstick, tell you stories of Africa when we were...
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10 Life Lessons. Number 3.
We’ve always had dogs. The first dog I remember was a mongrel called Butch. We went as a family to get him from a neighbour's house. Their dog had...
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That's what my heart yearns for now
“I never thought we would get this far,” she says to me. We raise our glasses and playfully tap them against each other. The waiter asks if he can...
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Joe Don Baker
He was born in Groesback, Texas and his name was Joe Don Baker. Sadly, after living for nearly nine decades, he needed an undertaker. He attended...
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Without Wheels
Without Wheels Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels... Such treasures themselves for the memories they held. Skippered with no regard to...
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Seventh Place
The horse’s neon hooves hammered against the glass track like gunfire. We tore above a sea of stars. The massive crowd was a blur, a rolling roar...
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Unsung Hero
Unsung Hero Pink is so stereo typical - generic but also strong, judgement will be passed. But when the sun nuances shades of purple and blues...
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Can We Bleed?
They deliver you to the door of our shimmer-glass home, your blank face, custom companion molded from his. Same lips. Same laugh. But your voice— it...
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The Crinkler
‘Did you hear that?’ Bryce and Lora lay on their backs in the darkness of their bedroom, for unknown reasons their eyes were wide open as they...
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Xion Island Carrier: Chapter 11.
The isolation ward, set up as an emergency ICU, was too bright. Always bright, an internal room without windows, compensating for the lack of...
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Food Chains and Kafka
"Oh, this is the life!" said Campyler. "Brilliant isn't it? Nothing like a piece of dying Homosapien" replied Crypto. "Yes. Ever since they broke out...
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The Rest of My Life: Thinking...
6:00 am Howling cat fed. Now it's time for my first coffee, then my quiet half-hour in the armchair. As usual, once her bowl's empty, Daisy comes in...
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10 Life Lessons. Number 2.
I loved school. I was bright and inquisitive, and things became easy for me. Don’t get me wrong, our school was known for churning out dunces and...
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Old Zealand's Secret Beaches
Ok they aren’t really secret, but if you drive on the roads near the Zeeland coast you’d never know they were there. When I came to live in Belgium...
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Oh I do like to be...
We spread our towels over pebbles and dream of sand. Windbreakers flap like prayer flags, and the sun, though pale, burns with quiet malice. Children...
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The Rest of My Life: Topsy
Mum had a dog. An over-sized border collie that I bought for her on her birthday 16 years ago. She was overjoyed from the moment she saw it, giving...
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The Static Room
He zips his coat with stiff fingers, shoulders aching from the pack. Thermos knocks against granola bars— Blisters bloom along his back. Snow-wet...
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Facing Adversary A Medieval Winter
Turning back to face gale swept land, touching weather beaten skin, more tired nowadays; how effortlessly heart in untamed mountains feels nothing...
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