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Running

An old Oak branch jumped against my shin as I thundered down the smuggler's path. Low hanging holly leaves clawed at my face; cold amber swallowed my faded black trainers.

Childhood Dreaming....

'The way a child sees the world is a lot different to how an adult understands it'
Cherry

Heat Wave 1964 (IP)

The arm glided across the turntable and made a slow descent onto the little black disc. The needle worked its way into the groove, then let out a noisome crackle, followed by a joyful sound.

It Happens

Love is a journey

Unlikely Events and Impossible Truths

The first chapter of a coming of age tale set in Yorkshire. A work in progress.

Tick Tick Tock

Where did that time go? I suppose it was never here, nothing to grab onto. Afterall, there is nothing nothing there. Rush rush, forward on or is it round about? Circles overlapping,

Country Longing

I'm country longing. Longing to go back to where I spent my happiest first years, perfectly content. I'm country longing.

Gaia's rhythms

The days feel hot now. A good heat. A sexy earthy sweaty fertile juicy heat. A heat that makes me want to masturbate. A heat in which I feel womanly.

Testostronossa

A sonnet for machos

IN WHITE SHEETS WAITING

Was that a wink and then the piano began playing an old gospel blues song from so long ago, so far in my past and down a lonely dirt road in a place where sour weed we chewed and the cicada sang in th