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Measles
It was an afternoon service. Mother herded us back along the cow path pointing out rosehips in the hedgerow their bitter pithiness sucked moisture...
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Aston Junction
Quiet and cool in the concrete cave beneath a criss-cross of humming roads the only movement - a slow ooze of condensation down clammy walls. A...
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Who Knows?
Perhaps I do not know myself. I say, I am quiet, I should live a life of solitude, they say, you! and laugh and point and stamp their feet. I say, I...
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My Other Life is
My other life is a peach bare feet, warm sand clear running water mind, body, place sweet blossom contentment gold, green birdsong sunlight leaves...
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Slate
Started with an edit, ended in a complete rewrite.
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A stunning sense of place and
Posted on Wed, 23 Dec 2015
A stunning sense of place and time and timelessness. Beautiful images.
Read full commentPosted in Stars of Wonder
I wonder what the incident
Posted on Sat, 19 Dec 2015
I wonder what the incident was? An intriguing read. The red room has been a nightmairish place of transformation in literature, is this futuristic one? I look forward to more.
Read full commentPosted in The Red Room
Energetic and touching -
Posted on Sun, 13 Dec 2015
Energetic and touching - between the sureal moments. Would love to hear you read it.
Read full commentPosted in 'The first date' a chapter from my new novel 'And?'
Sheesh, jealous? Me?
Posted on Sat, 05 Dec 2015
Sheesh, jealous? Me?
Read full commentPosted in Another sunny Saturday
Scary times indeed.
Posted on Thu, 03 Dec 2015
Scary times indeed.
Read full commentPosted in Trump 2k16 (Or, Why I'm So Afraid Of Terrorism)
You're a spring chicken from
Posted on Sat, 21 Nov 2015
You're a spring chicken from a timeless well of inspiration, celticman. :)
Read full commentPosted in Light in the Dark Age
Kind of grotesque.
Posted on Sun, 22 Nov 2015
Kind of grotesque. Interesting to use the language of birth in this moment of transformation. Such striking images and heart-felt end. Makes me queasy, but I'll have to read again.
Read full commentPosted in A Passing (IP)
Home, full of the familiar
Posted on Sat, 21 Nov 2015
Home, full of the familiar but not always what we would want it to be. Love the depth of feelings you evoke here.
Read full commentPosted in For Sale - Sold as Seen
Beautifully read. Sad but
Posted on Thu, 19 Nov 2015
Beautifully read. Sad but appreciative.
Read full commentPosted in Rupture (Poetry Monthly)
I like the setting. Who is
Posted on Thu, 19 Nov 2015
I like the setting. Who is she speaking to at the beginning or is she writing a letter? Not sure if you would decribe your own eyes in that way, but this might be showing us an aspect of her perdonality, I suppose. Keep going.
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