never done, the sea is a bed remaking itself over and over, so light never sleeps on the salt shot silk of its sheet and thoughts are beached shells...
Gone the rag sound of a bird alone dropped on naked silence between dumpsters' grinding regurgitations from horizon's bridge and fuzzy pulse of cars...
Did you write a story of where Chat Nouveau came from? I loved these diaries even more than the first half of November! Maybe because you are more yourself and happy. Thankyou so much for posting them here, too
You reminded me how I feel bout going back to England :0) I can never be Scottish, but I don't belong in England. Or not the bit I grew up in. I am glad you got home safely :0) Lovely photo! Is that green roof copper?
Oh, Niamh! That was so moving! I have the memory of a dog always in my heart, too. I understand completely how important Max was to you, so was Sam, to me. You have described everything so well. I am glad you were able to give him such a peaceful...
Walking with Rhiannon in one of her beautiful poems is always a delight. That's why her latest work is Pick of the Day! Please do share if you enjoy it too
I loved "song of approval",
Posted on Tue, 05 Dec 2023
I loved "song of approval", that's a brilliant description!
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Now I am thinking of Cummings
Posted on Wed, 06 Dec 2023
Now I am thinking of Cummings the Crocodile
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You are you. To write like
Posted on Tue, 05 Dec 2023
You are you. To write like him you would have to live like him. And no one could. You write wonderfully of how YOU live
Read full commentPosted in This Sort of Thing - November 2023 – Second Half
Did you write a story of
Posted on Tue, 05 Dec 2023
Did you write a story of where Chat Nouveau came from? I loved these diaries even more than the first half of November! Maybe because you are more yourself and happy. Thankyou so much for posting them here, too
Read full commentPosted in This Sort of Thing - November 2023 – Second Half
You reminded me how I feel
Posted on Mon, 04 Dec 2023
You reminded me how I feel bout going back to England :0) I can never be Scottish, but I don't belong in England. Or not the bit I grew up in. I am glad you got home safely :0) Lovely photo! Is that green roof copper?
Read full commentPosted in This Sort of Thing - November 2023 - First Half
Gorgeous, Paul :0)
Posted on Fri, 01 Dec 2023
Gorgeous, Paul :0)
Read full commentPosted in Colours of Christmas
So sorry I missed this poem!
Posted on Mon, 20 Nov 2023
So sorry I missed this poem! I loved :
"Breathing in the trees and feeling the expanse,
Of something bigger, something else," in the middle. The whole new meaning of when someone is screwed. Like all your poems, the more i think...
Read full commentPosted in Song of Myself
Oh, Niamh! That was so moving
Posted on Sun, 03 Dec 2023
Oh, Niamh! That was so moving! I have the memory of a dog always in my heart, too. I understand completely how important Max was to you, so was Sam, to me. You have described everything so well. I am glad you were able to give him such a peaceful...
Read full commentPosted in My angel
Walking with Rhiannon in one
Posted on Sat, 02 Dec 2023
Walking with Rhiannon in one of her beautiful poems is always a delight. That's why her latest work is Pick of the Day! Please do share if you enjoy it too
Read full commentPosted in Up to the Hoar Frost
I like your Imagist poems :0)
Posted on Sun, 26 Nov 2023
I like your Imagist poems :0) This one is intense
Read full commentPosted in A Murder of Crows (Transcendence)
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