Inspiration point (IP)

If you hadn't heard - next Thursday is going to be quite a day!  I wonder what the following Friday 13th will bring us - EEK!  So that's our inspiration point - Waking up on Friday 13th...(doesn't have to be political at all).

Inspiration point

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Frost: a Mystery Play

Frost reigned for a while, Breathing its chilly cobwebs Slow across the ground Sounding a crick-crack, A slow-freezing testament For those ears who...

Two Gods.

So, with nothing rebuilt on the Holy Ground, Travellers moved in with their caravans, lots of them. Oh dear, really it was amazing they hadn’t moved...

Are These Thoughts His Or Mine? Oh Well, At The Very Least They Exist.

We, all of us, can rise from the murk. Except him, because he is dead - and he would not begrudge my tastelessness in that last.
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Poem of the week

The Language of Dead Flowers

image by Johua Veitch Michaelis, source used in acc with CC BY SA 2.0 Some flowers wilt softly into mulch. Others crackle and prick like autumn leaves Or cacti.