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My stories

Rhinoceros Head

My mind is full of rhinoceros words. They move through the long, dry grass with a monster tread and paw with an angry snort at the ground in my head...

Camel Crusade

Out of the rising of the sun, in single file across the desert plains, three travellers with burdens on our backs and golden charms that jangle on...

Mountains

the mystery of the fallen mountain
Cherry

Savioured

Sally O’ Malley had one silly folly that kept her from doing her job. For years she had swooned and her heart had ballooned at the vision of Porcupine Bob.

Knowingly

The owl, with moth-dust wings, Flew on the snowy air, Past silky trees And over sleeping fields Where Saxon gold lay buried Like a prayer. His wings as wide as time, He stilled the night;

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I'm definitely with the last

Posted on Wed, 01 Oct 2014

I'm definitely with the last stanza too. Some beautiful sense of continuity in those lines.  Maybe what makes them so effective is the almost matter of fact opening? A bit like keeping a log. It's obviously struck a chored, must be one of those...

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Posted in October's Geese

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This is intriguing which I'm

Posted on Sat, 13 Sep 2014

This is intriguing which I'm not sure I've spelt right? And original. I like the structure, with the spaces in between. Loads of lovely descriptions, it wants to be read again. And the last two lines are great! 

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Posted in The most beautiful morning

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Likewise. I liked the bit

Posted on Fri, 12 Sep 2014

Likewise. I liked the bit about the strong spirit in the frail body. That strength won't leave you.

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Posted in Mother

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I wondered if your memory of

Posted on Sun, 02 Feb 2014

I wondered if your memory of it is the same now that you have put it into words? I love all the small detail you put into your poems and how those small things can trigger a memory and one leads to another. I liked it a lot but for some reason...

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Posted in Perusing Plato

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Hello. I had to go for a

Posted on Tue, 22 Oct 2013

Hello. I had to go for a quick log in to say what a glorious read this is. NOt quite sure what a jibberwak is, sorry, but I could see the night clearly and the words like a voiceover moving through it. I loved the long sentences and the bizarre...

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