Thoughts From a Conversation Near Catbells
There in the shadow of Catbells you caught me with one of your stories about how you had been sent to bed as a kid because you wanted something more substantial
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Stigmartyr
. (A report for fellow suffers) Young Christian with Schizophrenia Yeah, you’ve heard it in the media. Was arrested on suspicion. Of spreading the word and radical-Isaiah-shun.
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Ater the fall
Remember my garden that wonderful place. Well now it’s winter and gone without trace. The space where I am is musty and old. Reminiscent of tenants who’s plights to dire to be told.
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Eden before the fall
In my garden, I walk bare foot Amid the lush green-grass wet with dew. Above are trees standing majestic like fortresses.
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much like us
It`s the place she goes to, when she needs, the place of the mighty trees. They stretch up and up and up, like they`re going someplace. Maybe they are. Bamboo is a lonely tree, thin, hollow.
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Wanted, Companion - part one of three
Nanowrimo short story in three parts
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it might be too late
He`s sitting in his room, on a lonely faux leather sofa, the colour of an elephant, and it`s creased too, deep lines of pressure, folds in time.
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Letting Go
“Happy Mother’s day!” she says, standing in the front-porch. “These are for you,” thrusting two balloons in my hand, tied with ribbons ...
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