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The Art of Unblocking Drains

The Art of Unblocking Drains Pete loved unblocking drains. The crisp gurgle of a disgorged S-bend made him feel alive. Pete always lit an incense...

Fragment

1. Aberfedly Manse sat on the edge of a long thin headland thrust out into the blue-grey sea. A walker or hiker gazing up at the imposing edifice...

The Otter’s Prayer

Our Father Who art in River ‘Otter’ be thy name Thy rivers swum Thy will be done In Perth as it is in Devon. Give us this say our daily salmon And...
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Night-Mail

The train station - dank; gutters dripping, on Eden-scented moss. Our train rolls off its buttercup-yellow windows, lingering on the black-mushed,...
Cherry

Portobello

A car cuts the silence like a lone voice in a blue, square room. A suitcase clatters over Tarmac pulled with soft urgency, as the sun heads above the...

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