Monday Sonnet: TS
A different kind of failure, Eliot said Of poetry – and won the Nobel prize. He preached humility, so no surprise. Hence, from under the shadow of his red
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Pinhole Photographer (for Justin)
Pinhole Photographer (22nd September 2008, 3.51pm) Slow light across a lazy sky; I sit and wait; Time’s a fly biting at my skin; impatient I ain’t; I’m the original fisherman,
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Snails on the Floor of Heaven
Snails on the Floor of Heaven (22nd September 2008, 2.41pm) We stood under the almond trees, waving long canes like medieval jousters, bashing at the branches until they surrendered
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Steve from Research
He was on the train when he first felt it. Like a softening that lowered him further into the seat on the long, sapping journey. It wasn't a worry at first.
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A Piece of me unsure A Suite in 4
Useless, she just said.
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Book Four Extract-September, 1775 (REPOST)
Harriet had a habit of splashing her with water whenever she caught Matilda, claiming that enough would wash her freckles off.
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Dejá Lu
Is anything really original..?
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Ragwort
Ragwort (22nd September, 2008, 10.30am) Rip heart from roots like Ragwort picking, gloves slipping; green juice staining; grip becoming painful; weed sliding through; strength draining;
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Stain
You stood there, in front of me still with a desire I didn't deserve, or understand, but only shared. Your head bowed down staring hard at threadbare carpet where we had come together.
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A Silent Walk
The feeling was just magical. Strange yet special.
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