‘Wow,’ Martin got out and looked around at the garden which was very overgrown. Everything was unnervingly tall; white shasta daisies reaching up to...
‘You go first. I can see you’re eager..’ Hayley glanced at the irritating gentlemen as she glided past him, a little too close for her liking within...
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A perfectly formed tribute to
Posted on Fri, 31 Oct 2025
A perfectly formed tribute to Halloween, Jenny. There sure is so much more to this world than both what we are seeing and the ghostly gouls of our own imaginations. No doubt there is a whole lot we don't know even about spiders.
They must have been a powerful force, rowing out on the freezing cold seas, Jenny, in ships they built from scratch. And they left such a mark on us, especially in the North East. Your poem recounts the spirit of those people and how they used...
Twenty hard boiled eggs, sounds like the sort of grotesque body builders fare they like to boast about on social media. The autumn clock change is rather grim and also a pain in the arse. I was born on winter solstice, a very dark birthday but...
That sounds like a lot of work, chaos and also love. So many animals needing homes now because vets bills are spiralling and people have no spare income. I'm the proud owner of two huge indoor cats now and they are my princes.
Another fabulous and mysterious story, Paul. I know I've said this before but you definitely have your own style of writing. I experienced a sense of the loneliness of the central character and some glimmer of hope that he was reconnecting with...
You drew so much out of that orange and then distilled it into the most captivating bullet points. I will need to read this over again. It's wonderful.
Gosh, I really travelled that journey of emotions with you, even though I haven't cycled in a while.It's not just the working day, it's the journey at either end; obstacles and time and frustration, other people overplaying their existences. I...
Hi Jenny, I do remember some of these details from your previous writings and how you and your baby rode the storm and lived in survival mode for a few years. It's incredible what we can endure although I found being a new mum very anxiety...
Ha ha. Tom Thumb is much more than the size of his parts. A man shouldn't be judged by his height or the size of any of his key features, it's out of his control and not fair game.
A perfectly formed tribute to
Posted on Fri, 31 Oct 2025
A perfectly formed tribute to Halloween, Jenny. There sure is so much more to this world than both what we are seeing and the ghostly gouls of our own imaginations. No doubt there is a whole lot we don't know even about spiders.
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They must have been a
Posted on Sun, 12 Oct 2025
They must have been a powerful force, rowing out on the freezing cold seas, Jenny, in ships they built from scratch. And they left such a mark on us, especially in the North East. Your poem recounts the spirit of those people and how they used...
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Twenty hard boiled eggs,
Posted on Sun, 26 Oct 2025
Twenty hard boiled eggs, sounds like the sort of grotesque body builders fare they like to boast about on social media. The autumn clock change is rather grim and also a pain in the arse. I was born on winter solstice, a very dark birthday but...
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That sounds like a lot of
Posted on Sun, 26 Oct 2025
That sounds like a lot of work, chaos and also love. So many animals needing homes now because vets bills are spiralling and people have no spare income. I'm the proud owner of two huge indoor cats now and they are my princes.
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Another fabulous and
Posted on Tue, 21 Oct 2025
Another fabulous and mysterious story, Paul. I know I've said this before but you definitely have your own style of writing. I experienced a sense of the loneliness of the central character and some glimmer of hope that he was reconnecting with...
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Thnank you Insert. Ha ha, I
Posted on Thu, 16 Oct 2025
Thnank you Insert. Ha ha, I indulged in a medlar, ew, the fruit is a metaphor for some things. And many thanks for the cherries.
Read full commentPosted in At Home in the Pause
You drew so much out of that
Posted on Mon, 06 Oct 2025
You drew so much out of that orange and then distilled it into the most captivating bullet points. I will need to read this over again. It's wonderful.
Read full commentPosted in Please Follow My Instructions ( For This You Will Need a Blood Orange)
Gosh, I really travelled that
Posted on Sun, 05 Oct 2025
Gosh, I really travelled that journey of emotions with you, even though I haven't cycled in a while.It's not just the working day, it's the journey at either end; obstacles and time and frustration, other people overplaying their existences. I...
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Hi Jenny, I do remember some
Posted on Thu, 02 Oct 2025
Hi Jenny, I do remember some of these details from your previous writings and how you and your baby rode the storm and lived in survival mode for a few years. It's incredible what we can endure although I found being a new mum very anxiety...
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Ha ha. Tom Thumb is much more
Posted on Sat, 27 Sep 2025
Ha ha. Tom Thumb is much more than the size of his parts. A man shouldn't be judged by his height or the size of any of his key features, it's out of his control and not fair game.
Read full commentPosted in Tom Thumb
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