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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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Time
If life is time, The clock doth chime. The greasy pole we all climb. And charades of importance, we all mime. But the eye in the sky, Only cares for...
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War of the Worlds
Put your money in the Moon! Lunar real estate yes and I am buying a plot of land a small farm on the Moon. All my savings, expensive but a good...
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Murdering Doctor
You are a doctor who is a murdering psychopath. You hate certain people and they suffer your wrath. When a patient is racist, you think it gives you...
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