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time travelling

at woods' edge shadow-silt nestles lumps of amber air floating ballrooms where midges dance brief lives away since before words on one side sun warm...
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Cherry

first day in senior school

Rain heavy air, clear, fresh colours drenched. I walk through clinging grasses like hands welcoming. Summer condensing on twig ends in rowan berries...
Gold cherry

calm before

trunk tethered galaxies of leaves wild weaves, wind owned. Waist high, light grained grasses spray. Green-good air an open mouth, bird-fled, waits...
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a sort of green

in autumn small, three-toed green, lizard dry stampedes down the steps' side dark green cloaking concrete with rustling possibilities or, lushly...

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229 of my comments have received 233 Great Feedback votes

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I like all the layers in this

Posted on Mon, 04 Mar 2019

I like all the layers in this, exploring so many ideas, whether we work to live or live to work, if you can live forever as a virtual mind in an artificial body, if that is the way mankind will colonise space, space debris, loss of resources. I...

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Posted in What is True?

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Enjoyed this so much.

Posted on Mon, 04 Mar 2019

Enjoyed this so much.

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Posted in Conversation of a Tree

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I know what it feels like

Posted on Sun, 03 Mar 2019

I know what it feels like when all the voices get too loud and it's like they are battering you, you describe it so well. And then going outside where there are birds which can fly, it's a great contrast, the lightness after the heaviness. Also,...

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Posted in The Love of the Loveless (Chapter 6) (6)

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It's sort of like Shirley

Posted on Sat, 02 Mar 2019

It's sort of like Shirley tipped the balance away from money towards humanity

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Posted in The Love of the Loveless (Chapter 6) (3)

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Watch out Michael Dobbs!

Posted on Sat, 02 Mar 2019

Watch out Michael Dobbs!

The last line is a great twist in the tale

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Posted in Scoop

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Made me think of a patchwork

Posted on Thu, 28 Feb 2019

Made me think of a patchwork eiderdown made of gauzy mists, black velvet inside caves, shimmering satin clouds, thick embroidery of hedges, like reliving memories as you sew it together with words.

"The way I go is over quilts

Of...

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Posted in That's Not The Way I Go

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I am not sure. The little

Posted on Sat, 23 Feb 2019

I am not sure. The little girl's grandmother is reported saying she wished they had not named him? If the rest of the family feel that also, maybe their wishes should have been put first?

If the boy who did this wanted notoriety, if there...

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Posted in Isle of Bute.

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 Heard the voice clearly in

Posted on Tue, 19 Feb 2019

 Heard the voice clearly in my head - you wrote the accent so well. You have made a voice that sounds real, joking even as the air runs out

"now", like the whole poem was bringing us to this word and no way out of the dark

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Posted in A Conversation in Hester Pit. 16 January 1862

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"geniuses? Shiny smug beetles

Posted on Wed, 13 Feb 2019

"geniuses? Shiny smug beetles" YES they were!!! Invulnerable, unsquashable, surviving everything. While I was the worm burying myself in the compost quiet of the library hoping no one would notice and send me squirming outside into all the noise...

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Posted in The Volunteers

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that's so clever! It reads

Posted on Tue, 12 Feb 2019

that's so clever! It reads like waves coming in, each one higher than the last, or a time lapse film. I love how the last line in each verse links to each next like cogs fitting perfectly, it emphasises how everything works perfectly one stage...

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Posted in Seasons Connect

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