Vanessa put down the phone and stood behind Spencer, staring at the top of his head, light brown skin showing through the gaps in his thick dark hair...
Words fired like quills and hair pulled sore at the root. Shins blackened in brute blows. Flesh hung out to dry in frigid shows of shame. Unchosen on...
‘Well, he’s done a good job of the lawn. I think you need to be careful not to confuse him, he's fresh out of the box, Vanessa. Play around with the...
‘No. I wish I was.’ ‘I’m a bit taken aback to be honest, Vanessa.’ There was a short period of silence. ‘I know….and I’m really sorry. I was having a...
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Love, 'the sigh of mountains'
Posted on Wed, 08 Nov 2023
Love, 'the sigh of mountains' and 'Shadows on Aspen bark so distant from steel and glass'. The approach of short, cold days captured so beautifully in your poem.
What a horrible story and sadly not an unusual one. The punishments don't tend to fit crimes like this but to match barbarism with barbarism seems like a step backwards. You're right, that poor little boy...
Such wise words and so neatly and artfully arranged. The age old problem of how to right wrongs without doubling up on the wrong or being trampled all over. We've still some evolving to do.
'whose bark wrinkled with age' I love the idea of elements of the forest also growing old like the journey of your parents from their youthful courtship through to 'the suffocated heavy blanket of fear' in old age. The endless cycle of new...
It sounds like all your cats are living the good life. I love their names. I have a very fussy cat. Magnus, he has put on weight recently and I know my neighbour feeds him, what I don't know, pate maybe.
An interesting look into the night time world of wakefulness, Jenny, your psyche soaring beneath those closed eyelids. It does seem to provide a unique gap into more mysterious layers of consciousness, somewhere between proper dreams and lucidity...
Summed up that feeling of lying awake, the anxiety of missing out on the essential shut down hours and all worries magnified. Counting sheep, who came up with that? A farmer perhaps but I bet they sleep like babies anyway.
Love, 'the sigh of mountains'
Posted on Wed, 08 Nov 2023
Love, 'the sigh of mountains' and 'Shadows on Aspen bark so distant from steel and glass'. The approach of short, cold days captured so beautifully in your poem.
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What a horrible story and
Posted on Mon, 06 Nov 2023
What a horrible story and sadly not an unusual one. The punishments don't tend to fit crimes like this but to match barbarism with barbarism seems like a step backwards. You're right, that poor little boy...
Read full commentPosted in Seriously?
Such wise words and so neatly
Posted on Tue, 31 Oct 2023
Such wise words and so neatly and artfully arranged. The age old problem of how to right wrongs without doubling up on the wrong or being trampled all over. We've still some evolving to do.
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'whose bark wrinkled with age
Posted on Mon, 30 Oct 2023
'whose bark wrinkled with age' I love the idea of elements of the forest also growing old like the journey of your parents from their youthful courtship through to 'the suffocated heavy blanket of fear' in old age. The endless cycle of new...
Read full commentPosted in Remembering
This is very powerful, Di.
Posted on Sun, 29 Oct 2023
This is very powerful, Di. The word shame is so exposing, the sound of it making you feel, at once ashamed.
'It is revenge', an endless cycle of revenge. We learn it as children but as adults, with no greater powers to intervene, does it...
Read full commentPosted in October 2023
It sounds like all your cats
Posted on Sat, 28 Oct 2023
It sounds like all your cats are living the good life. I love their names. I have a very fussy cat. Magnus, he has put on weight recently and I know my neighbour feeds him, what I don't know, pate maybe.
Tricky having six, especially when...
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An interesting look into the
Posted on Sun, 22 Oct 2023
An interesting look into the night time world of wakefulness, Jenny, your psyche soaring beneath those closed eyelids. It does seem to provide a unique gap into more mysterious layers of consciousness, somewhere between proper dreams and lucidity...
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Ha ha, you must have gone to
Posted on Mon, 23 Oct 2023
Ha ha, you must have gone to a mixed mega comprehensive like me then. Those poor teachers, the ones who tried that is. Thank you for reading.
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Love, 'wordlessly as a storm'
Posted on Sun, 22 Oct 2023
Love, 'wordlessly as a storm'. The magic of the lake, communicated softly in your poem. I googled it and now I want to visit.
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Summed up that feeling of
Posted on Mon, 23 Oct 2023
Summed up that feeling of lying awake, the anxiety of missing out on the essential shut down hours and all worries magnified. Counting sheep, who came up with that? A farmer perhaps but I bet they sleep like babies anyway.
Read full commentPosted in Three O’Clock Sheep Club
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