We were caught by the fog. It seemed to have been conjured up and threw milky cataracts into our eyes. White fulmars watched us from their nests. The...
the moron's moron is German, obviously. His mother was a wee Free. Obviously too free to have a narcisstic psychopath rapist embezzeler (I might have missed a few, add your own) for a son. We don't count population that way. We include midges,...
I suppose we all end up with a woman (or man) we've only know a short while. I guess we'll fall back on they were a different generation. We're a different generation too. Perhaps if we write it down that'll help?
I shaved my dad before he died. Lived with him and worked with him. Never knew him. The strange thing is my sisters say I'm the dead spit of him. hmmmm.
it's a dog's life, but sometimes it isn't. The transmigration of the soul takes many forms (so we're told). Why not a dog? Or a cat? Or a Tory? Too far, sorry.
doubt unravels us, but
Posted on Tue, 23 Apr 2024
doubt unravels us, but sometimes that can be a good thing. the greatest lie may be the one we tell ourselves.
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Yes, she really was saintly
Posted on Thu, 21 Mar 2024
Yes, she really was saintly and human too.
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the moron's moron is German,
Posted on Tue, 19 Mar 2024
the moron's moron is German, obviously. His mother was a wee Free. Obviously too free to have a narcisstic psychopath rapist embezzeler (I might have missed a few, add your own) for a son. We don't count population that way. We include midges,...
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I suppose we all end up with
Posted on Mon, 26 Feb 2024
I suppose we all end up with a woman (or man) we've only know a short while. I guess we'll fall back on they were a different generation. We're a different generation too. Perhaps if we write it down that'll help?
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I shaved my dad before he
Posted on Mon, 26 Feb 2024
I shaved my dad before he died. Lived with him and worked with him. Never knew him. The strange thing is my sisters say I'm the dead spit of him. hmmmm.
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The next BBC Open Call
Posted on Tue, 31 Oct 2023
The next BBC Open Call submission window will be open between 12 noon on Tuesday 7th November 2023 and 12 noon on Tuesday 5th December 2023.
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ah words sometimes fall short
Posted on Sat, 21 Oct 2023
ah words sometimes fall short, but you have risen to the challenge of raising the dead to something like remembrance.
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I hope we're swinging back
Posted on Sat, 29 Jul 2023
I hope we're swinging back into the light. Maybe not yet, Maybe not ever. But the hope sings in your poem.
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I guess we all see worthless
Posted on Mon, 01 May 2023
I guess we all see worthless coins sometimes. but to trade them for words and poetry is to create a new currency.
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it's a dog's life, but
Posted on Fri, 09 Dec 2022
it's a dog's life, but sometimes it isn't. The transmigration of the soul takes many forms (so we're told). Why not a dog? Or a cat? Or a Tory? Too far, sorry.
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