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My stories

A Shuffling Up.

When younger, the word of God was writ large in every cloud. Every beat of every heart was a plan. A fate unreeling. An ocean of moments in an arrow...

Bars of Light

Evening sunlight in recumbent ribbons lies dappled on soft curves of southern downs. Our quick-witted boys gambol always just out of touch or reach...
Cherry

Longing or '**** you, next door's cat.'

F*** you, next door’s cat, sunk in smug puddles of riddled fur, curled like a purring, steaming turd.
Cherry

Result (Inspiration Point)

So much behind the printer ink lies, behind the quantified, mapped, planned, calculated lives.
Gold cherry

Glass Swans

My mother’s mantelpiece holds three glass swans. Nobody knows where she got them from. I doubt she even remembers. 23 years they've been there. Mute. Tamed. Paddling like fuck to stand still. We’re only staying for a week.

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126 of my comments have received 128 Great Feedback votes

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This is lovely, delicate

Posted on Wed, 27 May 2015

This is lovely, delicate story-telling. The subtle mysteries draw us in and the imagery anchors us there. Lovely work!

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Posted in Notes from a Dirt Engineer - Old Apple Trees

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Those soft 's' sounds are

Posted on Thu, 14 May 2015

Those soft 's' sounds are both soothing and saddening. The stillness of a Sunday.

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Posted in A Small Ceasing to Be

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Spot on. Your internal rhymes

Posted on Sat, 09 May 2015

Spot on. Your internal rhymes give the humble egg a grandeur it deserves!

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Posted in Eggy Soldiers.

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This is wonderfully written

Posted on Sat, 09 May 2015

This is wonderfully written with a lovely, brisk pace and humour to burn. I found the reminiscing both wistful and insightful, not at all romanticised. An excellent first piece I've read of yours. Welcome!

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Posted in My Barbiography

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Incredibly powerful work. The

Posted on Thu, 07 May 2015

Incredibly powerful work. The first person narrative really brings that home.

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Posted in Centralian

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A plethora of sumptious

Posted on Thu, 07 May 2015

A plethora of sumptious vignettes! Really enjoyed the impressionistic vivid images you conjured here. Present continuous 'ing's really make this poem move.

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Posted in Dress for the weather!

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I love this. Wasting words in

Posted on Thu, 07 May 2015

I love this. Wasting words in poetry is a crime and there's not one wasted here.

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Posted in when I am without

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You have made this sound very

Posted on Mon, 04 May 2015

You have made this sound very grand and wistful at the same time - that takes skill! Some editing needed with some words I think - line 2, stanza 3 etc.

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Posted in Time that passed

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Loved it. Punctures the

Posted on Mon, 04 May 2015

Loved it. Punctures the madness! Could you add in 'Colin of House that one with the green shutters next to the chippy that that nice old lady used to live in, first of his name' next time?

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Posted in A Song of Fish and Chips

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I'm no expert in commenting

Posted on Mon, 04 May 2015

I'm no expert in commenting on scripts but I found the dialogue vibrant and funny, the plotting was paced well and some intriguing pieces of action.

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Posted in Meeting the Buddha on the Road (1st draft)

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