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My stories

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Highly Strung

Parked by the church, I had a sense that life was about to change: it had to change. I couldn’t quite believe in Conrad’s legacy or that Aunt Olga...
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Revenge of the Bobble Hats

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The Silver Dawn Caravan Park

The Silver Dawn Caravan Park I pulled in with low expectations and drove parallel to a little turd-strewn shingle beach. I was tempted by green lawns...
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Tender Hooks

I go to baby yoga and dance class too tired to stare at the women and watch Martha cover her face in silk scarves and hop about like a rainbow ghost...
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Me and My Shadow

A friend, one of those tanned venture capitalists who today are running out of juicy dripping deals, suggest I write this all out. Tony works in...
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53 of my comments have received 60 Great Feedback votes

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i can't understand the first

Posted on Tue, 11 Aug 2015

i can't understand the first para... there seems to be lots of typos:

Josh rubbed his three day stubble and  looked turned towards Lyn, who smiled sternly.
The kids were being noisy and the traffic was heavy.  A combination...

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Posted in Whistle on the wynd part 1

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I really enjoyed the clarity

Posted on Sun, 29 Dec 2013

I really enjoyed the clarity of the writing, especially the 'insomniac sensory memory...' the power of an image to spring out at you in the present and clarify some aspect of the past.  something you want to forget or had forgotten..The Dance...

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Posted in Remembering M

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brilliant, you make us in the

Posted on Wed, 30 Mar 2016

brilliant, you make us in the first extract breathless and tense as the baby, and this world reads like some weird dangerous planet 'soaring carbon dioxide levels...' Brings home the jaw-dropping fragility with the trapdoor sealing itself of...

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Posted in First Breath:Last Breath

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I love the echo from Futility

Posted on Wed, 08 Jul 2015

I love the echo from Futility the sun-warmed arms in the classroom and the sun that fails to wake the dead boy in France. Setting it in school gives added weight and poignancy to the cold clays being dragged and shaped and...

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Posted in Chinook (Poetry Monthly)

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Great choice for story of the

Posted on Wed, 06 Aug 2014

Great choice for story of the week. I particularly like the skill and ease of the transition from third person view point to Phyllis's interior, effortless and no hiccoughs-- hard to pull off.

The domestic details of dusting become cosmic...

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Posted in Dust

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this really struck a chord-- 

Posted on Sun, 11 May 2014

this really struck a chord--  eating our parents before they devour us is the founding myth of civilization (that's what that guy said in the gents), blood guilt shackles us together. I like the way you've domesticated the details to a Sunday...

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Posted in Family Dinner

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you've set a clock ticking in

Posted on Sun, 31 Jul 2016

you've set a clock ticking in me--- the metronomic fear of annihilation

i like the calm borne out of weakness that I can understand and the contradictions, you've said it all!

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Posted in Last Night

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I'm so sorry to hear the

Posted on Wed, 20 Apr 2016

I'm so sorry to hear the latest news after all you've been through  and I hope you feel better. You're a great advocate for why this site is different from other writing sites, all your thousands of thought out critiques--   I hope you get out...

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Posted in Bee's Journey

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there is so much more. Bubble

Posted on Sun, 07 Feb 2016

there is so much more. Bubble gum by mark lanegan

I like the image of these things nourished in the dark, by the dark--- fungi especially do not need sunlight(is that right?) takes me back to a mick rock interview about syd barrett living...

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Posted in Prolific (Poetry Monthly)

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Great sepia tinged snapshot

Posted on Sun, 07 Feb 2016

Great sepia tinged snapshot of the insomniac dead and smouldering centuries old love story. nineteenth century feel-- the use of slightly archaic 'spectre.'

I cycle through Brompton cemetery on my way to work and yes there are even a few...

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Posted in My dead diary – Sunday 7th February

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