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hills are mirrors reflecting dreams bullet hole sun through sky window air comes in shards blown out, cutting rainbow bridges instants of sea...
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gorse
wild yellow, bold, bee-full, gladsome glory yellow glowing gifts grow, spirit lifting sweet, small yellow flames, lip-soft, scented, bright tip dull...
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view
My neighbour had seen me, slow pulling my shopping up the road had waved and cheerily bellowed "Can you not go faster?" Below his renovated house,...
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untravelling path
a memory of walking worn between trees into moss and fallen leaves. A parting as through hair, to tame or make bindable a growing thing shod foot...
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driverless
the more people run away the less there is to escape to the more beauty we buy the less room we have for truth we fuel our vehicles with tomorrows...
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I've bin everywhere, man,
Posted on Thu, 31 Jul 2025
"I've bin everywhere, man, crossed the desert sand, man, I've bin everywhere"...
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loved the sossij bit :0)
Posted on Sun, 27 Jul 2025
loved the sossij bit :0)
Read full commentPosted in Sausage (Episode18 - The Further Chronicles of a Young Lady (and her Maid))
I liked very much what Walt
Posted on Thu, 31 Jul 2025
I liked very much what Walt Dodson said about the silences between David Bowie tracks :0) He sounds so lovely, as Sheila. My school, we never had recorders given out, but my son did. It is one of a year's milestones, that afternoon when primary...
Read full commentPosted in While My Guitar Teacher Gently Weeps
so many kind people! This is
Posted on Tue, 29 Jul 2025
so many kind people! This is a lovely poem, though your comment about being on a snowy hilltop when he rang to tell of its being left on the train - very funny as a story, but HOW STRESSFUL that must have been at the time! For you and your son
Read full commentPosted in My Absent-Minded Violinist
Jenny, you MUST know grace,
Posted on Sun, 27 Jul 2025
Jenny, you MUST know grace, to write how you do! I like very much
"weaving lyrics...beating natures / pulse" which made me think of the flutter of wings being like a pulse and the flight-paths of birds being invisible veins in the heart of...
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That's a lovely story :0)
Posted on Mon, 28 Jul 2025
That's a lovely story :0) Apart from the Earthquake. Mariyka is a true heroine with such gumption! I imagine her happily dancing the nights away with her happy and hunky husband. Hopefully, if she cared so little for conventions that she sat on...
Read full commentPosted in There’s a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He’s Engels
I would be the same as Rachel
Posted on Sat, 26 Jul 2025
I would be the same as Rachel, so really enjoyed your story
should this be stroking, in the last few lines? "Striking the bird's head, the broken wing."
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I hope your bees come back.
Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025
I hope your bees come back. And you are having cooler weather now, it is starting to feel like almost Autumn, here
Read full commentPosted in Hollyhock Tears Or Whispers Of Gods.
You taught me about the story
Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025
You taught me about the story, too. Those Greek gods were so tetchy!!! Hollyhocks were one of the first things I managed to grow - one grew as high as Mum's bedroom window :0) Now I like the single ones best though as bees can get inside
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the desolation of his job
Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025
the desolation of his job taking up so much of his life, trying to support his perfect wife and child, so perfect they seem almost unreal/unrelated to him, and his past, memories always corroding. This is so sad to read
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