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These are the Legs I Ordered.

These are the legs I ordered The ones I’ve always wanted Strong with shape and form Little in the way of wobble An ideal length with two knees Like...
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Story of the week

The Dream Tax

Dora held her phone a foot or so away from her eyes and squinted while she waited for the text to become less blurry. ‘Oh,’ she exclaimed, ‘I’ve just...
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Pick of the Month

She said her name was Winter

After the party, I marked her Just as the colours drained In her gelid crystal necklace Blowing out the lights And hushing the wild creatures She was...
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He's Left These Woods

He’s left these woods, Mr Pip slipped quietly through a gap. A quick look back then gone between the trees. Fifteen years ago I held him on my lap as...
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Winter Light

White bright winter light In blink flickers that burn We lie low, hemmed days Patient as winter flowers Suspended for the long game A solitary bee,...
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'Dripping trees, soggy mulch,

Posted on Thu, 29 Dec 2022

'Dripping trees, soggy mulch, wan white sun' very evocative of my winter walk this morning. These dark mornings feel oppressive. The whirling whiteness across the Atlantic is frightening. I am grateful for some mild December temperatures.

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Posted in Temperate December, variations

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Very entertaining. I can

Posted on Thu, 29 Dec 2022

Very entertaining. I can picture the little elf on his fag break (smoking stunts your growth...apparently). If only we could freeze Buble and Piers Morgan.

Perfect little tale for the rabbit hole. I do need a break from Mentour Pilot and...

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Posted in In-between Days

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Thank you so much Di for

Posted on Wed, 28 Dec 2022

Thank you so much Di for remembering his name! I've been trying to write about him but I don't want to trivialise his many qualities. He was almost fifteen and I don't actually feel too sad, it's more that he was part of my confidence because he...

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Posted in Winter Light

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That made me laugh..a lot,

Posted on Wed, 28 Dec 2022

That made me laugh..a lot, especially the end, naked pictures from middle-aged people, wtaf. You're brave. Weatherspoons frozen peas. We've come so far since the creepy ads in the back of the local paper and it's even more cringe.

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Posted in The Tinder Date (Tinder is the night)

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It sounds like you have

Posted on Sat, 24 Dec 2022

It sounds like you have wonderful memories of Christmas with your family. 

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Posted in My Parents Last Christmas

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The fresh raw beauty can be

Posted on Thu, 17 Nov 2022

The fresh raw beauty can be an eye-watering burden, far more relaxing to fade into the seasons, especially with stars and moon to light the way. Magical poem Jenny.

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Posted in To A Brand New Day

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Hi Di, thanks for reading and

Posted on Wed, 16 Nov 2022

Hi Di, thanks for reading and commenting. It's hard to relate to those go-getter people, they do seem to achieve a lot but their achievements are perhaps 'microwaved'. Taking and giving time to appreciate is like living life in a slow cooker, I...

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Posted in Life is for the Go Getters

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There is a movement in the

Posted on Mon, 14 Nov 2022

There is a movement in the rhythm of piece, it captures the darting intelligence and movement of these creatures as well their accute sensitivity, both to their immediate surroundings and the long-term decline of their environment. It wouldn't be...

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You have captured their

Posted on Tue, 04 Oct 2022

You have captured their sweetness beautifully. The pink and white hues are just like marshmallows, and skittering describes their growing habit perfectly. To me, field bindweed is the ultimate 'flower fairies' flower and I always enjoy spotting...

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A beautiful and rich tribute

Posted on Sat, 01 Oct 2022

A beautiful and rich tribute to the first days of autumn. I really enjoyed the comparison with the sea, it's so clever, the rolling movement of the leaves and twigs in the wind is indeed like a shoal of fish. It's not quite fresh enough yet to...

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