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My stories

It Echoes Back

It echoes back from the heart of not knowing, This is a place where we must always stand As it is not always so easy to find a way Through to the hidden centre of these times

She Knows

She moves as she understands Easily, with a grace of knowing Light, like the breezes of spring Blowing headlong into summer. She flows like the slow stream Long after the snows are gone.

The Aftermath

Sometimes there is only the distant keening of the howling things that stay hidden in the dark-shadowed places.

The Naked Pogo Stick Steeplechase

Summer is, at last, in the air and so it is time for all the denizens of Little Frigging to dust off our pogo sticks and meet on the village green for the first of this year’s Naked Pogo Stick Steep

Working Times Directives and the Undead

Ah, but remember your precious tin of blessed golden syrup and/or Holy Water may not necessarily protect you against all the devils, demons, estate agents, lawyers and other unholy manifestations of e

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