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My stories

Chutes of Spring

*/ Freshet chill blue ceiling full clouds uncoil loosedrops cold spool, pool till slow supple surface slope-called, slips dimples ripple, demure...
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Cherry
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February low tide

He comes in, rosy cheeks smooth-cool to mine as the inside of half cockles we used to collect on the beach as big as his hands, then. The shells we...
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finding peace

As I fish fur from my coffee mug the rhythm of your purr's like the chug of the ferry bringing people home or strangers, who from far places come...
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left over

these are the left over years life reduced, the womb dry. If I were a vegetable I would be limp but I am stiffening, from the fingers in and my...
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Sum of the storm

wind worm winds through rough woos trees, shatters these breathing roofs; leaves scatter. In the aftermath trunks, reaching equal signs cross blank...

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I really admire the way  last

Posted on Sat, 15 Feb 2020

I really admire the way  last words in the lines stand out, as with - wild, hurled, and the alliteration of wind and wild. I feel my throat opening like the sky as I read it, to make the long vowel sounds in my mind. Would be a great one to  hear...

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I had not heard of

Posted on Wed, 12 Feb 2020

I had not heard of "indwelling"  before. Having looked it up, it's a great word :0) There is a quiet, positive power in this:

"Not so bright to shine beyond

Nor enough to light the way

But an indwelling warmth 

To...

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Posted in Jar of Lights

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I really like the idea of

Posted on Tue, 11 Feb 2020

I really like the idea of winter being cold blooded. So much pain! But the Earth does change, it can't help itself from turning, you don't have to try, just have your eyes open :0)

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I like the details revealing

Posted on Thu, 30 Jan 2020

I like the details revealing age, of taking care, of themselves and of each other, the way he holds the glass of water till her fingers grip it is so tender, the way he has to manage his heart, what he can do. Finding music he knew on the radio....

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I love your walking poems,

Posted on Thu, 30 Jan 2020

I love your walking poems, with their breathing rhythm. But I love this too, the pause of it:

spitting drizzle – growing
heavier, but nearly back at car – see through
the cloudy veil a gleam of sunshine glowing

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Posted in Grey-Day rambling

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I like "spines of shade"

Posted on Tue, 28 Jan 2020

I like "spines of shade"

and also that "love can be as painful

as much as it can be evergreen"

I am so impressed at all this brilliant writing while being very ill!

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Posted in Pine Trees

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I'm glad :0)

Posted on Mon, 27 Jan 2020

I'm glad :0)

Yes, I always wanted to see one too, there was something magic about how you never do. Years later Mum's cat caught one, I was suprised how tiny it was! It didn't bite or scratch when I picked it up, just wriggled in a muscly...

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Posted in Underground

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I like this one very much.

Posted on Mon, 27 Jan 2020

I like this one very much. Well, not like, because it is grim. Admire. The idea of earthworms being like memories in the tunnels of your mind and "uncoil of earthworms" is wonderful.

"thoughts concealed

until I forgot the existence...

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you have made the memory of

Posted on Sat, 25 Jan 2020

you have made the memory of hurt into a liquid, it's a fantastic metaphor

the welts reappear across my back...

groaning at the bottom of the sea...

the sewerage pouring through your door...

the river running through...

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Posted in Reading room

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This bit, in the middle of

Posted on Mon, 13 Jan 2020

This bit, in the middle of all the trance inducing greenery like a dagger in a soft hand:

every decency,

every abomination is homogenised - 

this slavery of a belief 

that is the condemnation of the abused.

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