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StoryThe Wreckers Melkur212 years 9 months ago
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StoryBreaking the Mould Silver Spun Sand1712 years 10 months ago
StoryCromarty's Gaelic Chapel Melkur212 years 10 months ago
StoryChange and Decay In All Around I See Melkur112 years 10 months ago
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Mud, mud, mud …

Away from the flood there’s abundance of mud to slip and slide, slither and glide, enrobing our boots in dark chocolate goo, and smattering … a spatter pattern scattering, of syrupy brown mixture –

Look back, Look on …

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays: to the tune 'Auld Lang Syne'] 1. Look back – remember all God’s care, look on – the way ahead is known to him – he will be there, walk on in faith, not dread …

Upgrade Resolution

Tempers pizzicato softening to legato; sharp distortions, character corners, picasso-like contortions – gentle air-brush out the rash and brash,...

At the Year’s Gate

not wrtten as a Cleave Poem, but can be read so I think

Amazed!

[Continuing the idea of one of my old hymns on Sundays, though again, about a couple of hours early, and as the rousing tune is probably unknown to many, I’ve attempted to sing it again. https://soundcloud.com/rhiannon-weber/the-angels-wonder-1] … for all that exists had its being from him whom the wise men adore! …

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