Philip Sidney

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My stories

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Meeting Ourselves Coming Back

I visited the new Birmingham Library to renew my vows and give thanks. I had never fallen out of love; I’d just been distracted by the easy...
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Looking for Lucy Lloyd

While recording lives of others her own slipped away. She lingers in sepia as a face that won’t fit. Victorian vicar’s daughter - poor relation to...
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Story of the week

Ghost Hunting in New England

I only ever saw a ghost once. It was a few days after the death of my father. I hadn’t expected him to die; ever. He died before we had managed to...
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Poem of the week

City Loving

You took me in your concrete arms - I felt the chill of your fabrication against my tender skin. You scratched me, bruised me, won me. I grew older...
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Map Reading for Beginners

Wisdom criss-crosses the papery surface. Colour, symbol, measure, land, made knowable, traversable. Reality, scaled down. Stroke the mossy rock,...

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376 of my comments have received 372 Great Feedback votes

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Beautifully structured, has

Posted on Sat, 14 Mar 2015

Beautifully structured, has the rythm of trains, a brief encounter, melancholic and romantic- if trains can be.

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Posted in Passing Trains in Winter Rain

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Always at the back of our

Posted on Mon, 09 Mar 2015

Always at the back of our minds, slipping on that stair.  (Just thinking you wanted 'too' not 'to' in the second line.)

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Posted in I CAN NOT BE CYNICAL

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Such powerful images, I can

Posted on Sat, 07 Mar 2015

Such powerful images, I can feel the pain.

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Posted in Young Hearts

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Slipping out the back way,

Posted on Sat, 07 Mar 2015

Slipping out the back way, what a great, if shady, character. Darkly humorous.

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Posted in Don't count on Me

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What a lovely romantic walk

Posted on Thu, 05 Mar 2015

What a lovely romantic walk through the city.

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Posted in Waterloo Sunset

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The slow descent down the

Posted on Tue, 03 Mar 2015

The slow descent down the stairs, it begins so optimistically to end in grief.   Strong and effective images.

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Posted in Shadows on the Stairs

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Beautiful, austere images.

Posted on Tue, 03 Mar 2015

Beautiful, austere images.  Really like this.

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Posted in serenity

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You've made us notice her and

Posted on Sun, 01 Mar 2015

You've made us notice her and you have sung her!

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Posted in To The Girl That's Not Sung

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Such a strong sense of

Posted on Sun, 01 Mar 2015

Such a strong sense of isolation, heart-felt.

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Posted in Battered Shells

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Goodness!  A nice sense of

Posted on Sun, 01 Mar 2015

Goodness!  A nice sense of time and place and an unusual take on The Fitzgerald story.  Grim but well written.

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Posted in Bernice Bobs Her Head

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