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The Way We Heard: Way Down

1977 The screened porch was hotter than the kitchen but at least it was hers. Wanda sat on the metal rocker that didn't rock anymore and worked...
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Singing The Blues: January 1957

The frost had settled thick on the rooftops along the terraced row, turning the slates the colour of pewter. It was still dark at half-past seven, on...
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The Nameless Ones

Floating from place to place, free as the wind itself; known unknown travelling networks invisible, roots placed unseen yet life thrives. Every step...
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Black Mushroom Soup

We were walking down the street, on our way home from Shadow Pines Bistro. It was Saturday and our monthly meet up. Myself and three mates, all...
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Poem of the week

I heard the cuckoo sing today …

I heard the cuckoo sing today … this welcome gentle sound of spring …
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Sunday Morning

She had some choices to make, and not just what’s for dinner-cheesy pasta as always when there were far more pressing matters at hand. What is she...
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Amanderella Gottsnobbler and the Bangolin Tree Chapter 5

Chapter 5. The Lecture. Amanderella looked at her lecture notes and slides. “I need a map of the Amazon. My own maps, though accurate, are muddy,...
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Teeth of Many Colours

All the things I saw, did, said, tasted, felt or read about during the latter fifteen days of April.
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The Way We Heard: Singing the Blues

This short story was inspired by Singin the Blues (Tommy Steele) It was written a long time after that , but for some reason the song was played on...
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Bron-37

Continued from Chapter 36: Bron-36 | ABCtales “Bit of a bummer, the landlord finding out about Petouche, like that,” said Grace. “I mean, we always...
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Amanderella Gottsnobbler and the Bangolin Tree Chapter 4

Chapter 4. Wealth beyond Imagination. Amanderella set out the next morning in her expedition clothes, which were clean but unmistakably practical...

Out in the Styx

Like most women I imagine, I have often had males, of all ages, offer me their seat on the train or bus, or offered to carry my suitcase up/down...
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T-Cut on the A-Bomb

All the things I saw, did, said, smelt or read about during the first fifteen days of April.
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The World That Was

‘You have probably read in your history books about what in olden times were called the seasons’ The children nodded their heads. ‘There were four of...
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Ghosts

I remember the jumps of Evel Kneaval. And there was once a cheese with a living weevil. Never a week without receiving a tearful ear full. And...

Mother of the light

Mother of the light by Paul McCann Mother of the light the sun shimmered and then it spun around in the sky when you came, like the herald of a...

May Weather Haiku

Five days into May- Blossoms falling like snowflakes- Still the sky is grey!
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'How Bloody Much'

The tale of a Yorkshireman stunned at the petrol pump.
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Amanderella Gottsnobbler and the Bangolin Tree Chapter 3

Chapter 3. Shopping. Amanderella rose early the next morning, as explorers do, and looked over her clothes like a captain checking his crew before a...

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