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My stories

Cherry

June 2012

My arms are full of New England, Kira, seven days old, golden skinned, sweet honey. English mother, Indian father, an American - yet - she is not...
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Cherry
Poem of the week

Snowdonian Stone

This is the stone, thrown molten from a fiery heart which took its small part in: The Transformation of the Great Mountain. This is the stone,...
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Cherry

Bubble-blow, Thistledown and Candyfloss

Oh this silly life I live light as soapy bubble-blow, sparking with foolish iridescent hope, watch it float away and – pop it bursts and is no more...
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Teasels

Colours, faded to winter’s gentle browns and greys. Sweet nectar, gone, lapped by the long tongued bee. We stand, unaided through icy nights and...
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Gold cherry

The City Lives

The city lives grows like a child imperceptibly unless seen at intervals creeps over time and once green fields produces imitations mutations which...
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387 of my comments have received 384 Great Feedback votes

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I love this!  I like to write

Posted on Tue, 05 May 2015

I love this!  I like to write about the changing nature of the city too.  I think this is beautiful, the natural world making use of what humans made and no longer want. Love 'the dust of men and machines'.

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Posted in Rust

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Full of strangeness, which I

Posted on Sun, 03 May 2015

Full of strangeness, which I really like.

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Posted in The Ravens of Portobello

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This great, full of energy

Posted on Sun, 03 May 2015

This great, full of energy and perverseness of being human.

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Posted in The Protest

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Oh my!  I just googled it and

Posted on Sat, 02 May 2015

Oh my!  I just googled it and if it's the one set in NZ it sounds close to my childhood, I'm going to try and get it!  Thank you Vera. ...

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Posted in Measles

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Such a fascinating story!

Posted on Tue, 28 Apr 2015

Such a fascinating story!  There are still some issues with tenses and it should be 'her husband' not his.  I really like this mix of history and myth.

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Posted in The Ancient tax on Breast

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This has a touch of horror to

Posted on Mon, 27 Apr 2015

This has a touch of horror to it, I wonder why she has to stay locked up.  Very dark but interesting ideas.  Still a few gammatical issues, e.g. 'find hersself' should be 'found, 'ringed', 'rang', it seems like tenses need looking at.

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Posted in Strange deeds of Anduin,

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Nearly there!  This reminds

Posted on Sun, 26 Apr 2015

Nearly there!  This reminds me of 'Wild', the camaraderie and how far you have all come.

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Posted in Camino 14 – 2 October 2014

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Wistful and true, shedding

Posted on Tue, 21 Apr 2015

Wistful and true, shedding the past.

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Posted in moving in

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I quite like the awkwardness

Posted on Fri, 24 Apr 2015

I quite like the awkwardness of 'comfortability' and 'moonlight-less', seems to refelect the feelings in the poem.

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Posted in Barcelona Midnight

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Memories, beautifully

Posted on Thu, 23 Apr 2015

Memories, beautifully captured.

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Posted in Lady Plays the Blues

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