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The Bountiful

I always liked Calvin, everybody on the ship did. He was tall and slender, shiny black hair and a big toothy grin that made you think he looked too...
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An Ill Wind

Given everything that is going on at the moment, it was sort of inevitable that my undertakers would become involved at some point!
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Song to the self

Not sure this has a psalmic musical quality, but never mind.
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I Appreciate The Daisies

Sly Spring has come while we were too preoccupied to notice. Who signed off on this season change? It’s not what the doctor ordered. But when gold...
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Virus

I miss the children’s gentle song, Of playing with friends on the lawn. Every one of us indoor bound, As new cases continuously found. Through the...
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The Eternity Garden

The garden is peaceful, serene. I live here. I belong here. There are tall trees growing nearly up to the sky, and everywhere I look there are...
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Powerhousing IV

Another in occasional series. Image is by Adrian Smith used under CC2.0 AA licence

The Story Book. Part Two.

We are all in the same Book (Boat). Some got off at chapter fifteen, we made it to the next Page. Chapter Sixteen. x

The Story Book.

I remember in my teens and early twenty’s I often had lots of dreams, silly nightmares, you may have had them too; I remember dreaming I was falling...

The Red Death Comes Calling

“In your face, Coronavirus.” Poe’s eerie villain, “The Mask of Red Death” has come calling. We are susceptible to its ravishes, like everyone else on...
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Self First Self Last

All I wanted was just one item at the shops and all I saw was senseless hoarding and selfish behaviour.
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Ash Trees

I did post this last Saturday for the Inspiration Point, but then took it down after about ten minutes as I felt uncomfortable with some of it. So I have chopped some parts and extended others.
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Reunion

Kept in a box.
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Taxi driver

‘Howaya love,’ hit her ears As she entered the taxi alone. ‘Where are we off too?’ He asked, in a monotone. Clearly his accent, She couldn’t...
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Dinner for two

I wasn't sure what Kerry thought about me. Sure we got along and clearly clicked together on stage, but what was our relationship? Did she think...

Being part of an eternal ‘building'

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] … He’ll build it well of living stones, each made to fit the neighbouring ones, supporting, each one different, so with various skills …
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The Age of Every Thing

Rant. Please note the title contains the words every thing, rather than everything Image is in the public domain, painted by Francis Danby, an Irish romantic artist of the 19th century.

On the Grid

are tiny homes as voyeurs from the resistance of civilization– like a facade clinging to a formation of power poles rigid in military poise precise...

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