Philip Sidney

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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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400 of my comments have received 398 Great Feedback votes

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strong plot and sharp writing

Posted on Fri, 03 Apr 2015

strong plot and sharp writing.

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Posted in The Fifth Star - Chapter 12 (2/2) - Separation

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Such a strong sense of time

Posted on Thu, 02 Apr 2015

Such a strong sense of time and place.

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Posted in Motorway Dawn

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Bleakly brilliant.

Posted on Wed, 01 Apr 2015

Bleakly brilliant.

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Posted in Burial At Sea

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This is such a powerful piece

Posted on Tue, 24 Mar 2015

This is such a powerful piece.  It would be worth correcting things like capital letters, paragraphing, also slight niggles like wind can't pierce skin etc, only so the piece is given the justice it deserves.

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Posted in Warning

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The agony of waiting, reading

Posted on Sun, 22 Mar 2015

The agony of waiting, reading too much into things, love hurts, but it's an enjoyable sort of pain.

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Posted in left for five minutes

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Simple but powerful!

Posted on Thu, 19 Mar 2015

Simple but powerful!

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Posted in Love and Hate

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I really like these super

Posted on Sun, 15 Mar 2015

I really like these super short stories, very clever.

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Posted in romance-fiction

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A lovely moment, the devotion

Posted on Sat, 14 Mar 2015

A lovely moment, the devotion very young children can have to their teachers and mum there to pick up the pieces. 

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Posted in Chicks

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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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