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Teashop Times Tragedy
It's not all good fun at the teashop. Sometimes the grim realities of life are clear to see. It started promisingly enough, with my finger being cut...
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Romance
A love letter is written by hand ink on paper. The best is give her the letter yourself but it could take a bit of courage and perhaps a bit risky in...
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Missing in the dark
The shotgun echo of a coot
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Quarter Moon - March
March 18th, a year ago, the moon was slim. Worm moon, Holi, the sea, poem...had a little edit, March harvests her full moon fortunes
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05.1 Netting
Deciduous trees stood high and green beyond the clay court in a grass covered lawn. Nobody here was dressed for sport other than the two on the court...
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One By One
I shall be staying in tonight Even though it’s the weekend I shall sit in silence and switch off the light And recall all the days with my friends...
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Free Form Planning
“Haven’t the Foggiest.” Varkral turned to face them. “I think we are one left turn away from doubling back on ourselves.” “Well, that’s something at...
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Inspiration
Why do I now prefer writing in my bedroom when I have a perfectly good study - a space cleared for thought? I feel inspired to dream while I’m awake...
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Matter of Perspective
“Two Hundred Years.” She stood taller. “Two hundred years you left me on this backwards, mirror flip of our universe.” She shook her head. “Two...
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A Superior Intelligence
Indoor vertical farming. It was uncomfortably humid wherever they were and similarly dark. Surrounding them, providing the only light, towering...
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Willow's Tail" 26
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Salad Days
From my poetry collection "Reflections"
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I Used To Have a Garden
As I entered to parking lot to the nursing home my heartstrings tugged. Why did I always feel guilty coming here? I had done everything in my power...
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Wait!
‘Fifteen minutes, you have fifteen minutes to vacate the property!’ an authoritative voice banged on the door to the flat. It was stupid o’clock on a...
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ReUnion
stepping softly you trod the path to my front door never rang the bell played favourite songs over and over until senses on overload surrounded by...
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04.6 The Wolf Pack
Three hours later, his boat crawled towards Colonia del Sacramento. The pilot left a while ago when the skyline appeared clearly visible on a bright...
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A Shadow of Guilt
There would be no forgiveness for me if they knew who I really was. If they knew what I’ve done. There’s blood on my hands, you see. Pooling in the...
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Dreok
Jadda could see it. Once Kin said the word out loud. This was a grown man, having thickened and muscled, with long hair that had darkened in the...
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the eleven-minute bore.
My jacket was in the bar. She’d little more than a blouse, with a red bra playing peek-a-boo. The wind cut through thin clothing and buffeted our...
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Ashelmarring
This was the city. She’d heard it talked about. She’d known people who’d been here, even people who had come from here, but she’d never set foot...
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