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The Leaf Blower - Part 1
‘Where are you going with that leaf blower Dennis, it’s five o’clock?’ Dennis stopped in his tracks and appeared a bit unsettled by the question. He...
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autumn
For some, autumn is the best season of the year. They seem to love the shortening days, darkness creeping in like heavy curtains drawing across the...
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At Home in the Pause
‘So what do you want to do with your life?’ She looked at me, Mrs Bridges, with a look which was both stern and sympathetic. Stern because she wanted...
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RIP Real World
A real planet, really spinning, in nothing but the pure dust of our universe. We lived in the real world. We didn’t really understand it and that was...
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Beige Goo Splat - (part 3)
Monty and I slept extremely well together that night, we didn’t dream but rather blinked away the night and woke up refreshed but a little...
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The earth is just about
Posted on Mon, 14 Mar 2022
The earth is just about perfect except for the bits where human behaviour, often driven by big business have reduced it to a polluted wasteland. I agree that we all have a hole, maybe it is God-shaped, I don't know but there is great contentment...
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You've painted quite a cold
Posted on Tue, 22 Feb 2022
You've painted quite a cold picture of our modern towns here, the combination of the weather, the ever increasing number of empty shops, the enduring problem with homelessness and the facelessness of facemasks. I do worry about the future with...
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A magical poem which really
Posted on Wed, 24 Feb 2021
A magical poem which really captures the spirit of the night time. I enjoyed, neon street lamps, urban penumbra. For people who still have energy after the demands of the day, the night represents another world where the planets seem closer.
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Lovely, watery poem, I
Posted on Fri, 12 Feb 2021
Lovely, watery poem, I enjoyed the free flowing arrangement of the river's description. It's so alive and very much an apt theme, given all the bursting banks and frozen, flooded fields I observe on my drive to work.
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Enjoyed this. The idea of
Posted on Thu, 30 Jan 2020
Enjoyed this. The idea of getting dirty among nature while somehow getting your mind cleaned all at the same time. I would love a glimpse of blue sky against the bare bones of trees.
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Hi Rhiannon, these nature
Posted on Wed, 16 Oct 2019
Hi Rhiannon, these nature poems you write are so professional now and this is no exception. There's so much texture and the way you extend beyond the visual confines of the scene, 'enjoying the expanse as if they could fly' because that's how it...
Read full commentPosted in The Long Mynd, Shropshire (12/10/19)
What a descriptive snap shot
Posted on Tue, 07 May 2019
What a descriptive snap shot of the sea and its natural surroundings. I love the way you've included sound in this, the gentle booming, also the scent - of seaweed and of course the coastal flowers so beautiful at this time of year.
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I have teens and you've
Posted on Sat, 01 Dec 2018
I have teens and you've articulated the current situation so well. There's a huge problem with drugs too, they're dirt cheap and used in the same way we used alcohol. The pressures, choices, the constant scrutiny, exposure to everything too...
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I really enjoy these nature
Posted on Fri, 23 Nov 2018
I really enjoy these nature poems Rhiannon, partly because they focus on our native flora and fauna. In urban areas we are often surrounded by plants from all over the world which look pretty of course but lack the subtle balance of nature which...
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I am 41 and I'm crying
Posted on Sun, 09 Aug 2015
I am 41 and I'm crying because I can't concentrate enough to write and this is really good and catchy and true. If only there were no more reasons to cry after seventeen!
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