Philip Sidney

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My stories

Legend

Key to the forest Code for the hill Runes of the river Signs haunt us still Written on the bark Engraved on the stones In the movement of water...

Up in the Gods

The cheapest seats exhilarate. Sit on the ledge, Lean into the void, Fly or fall. Zoom in. Close up, Focus on action, Senses probe the detail. Zoom...
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Chicken Eye in the Sky

Rose and I were mucking about on the pumice. We were walking on the rocks to smooth our feet. Mum said people paid good money for pumice in the shops...
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The Night the Pier Burnt Down (Southend 1976)

The relentless heat makes flying in daylight unpleasant, so the older gulls have taken to scavenging after sunset. Crowds of humans continue to...
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Under the Ice (3)

Hauling the body across the ice was not so hard. She laid it onto her fur and pulled it fairly easily to the start of the land. The body had rolled a...

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385 of my comments have received 382 Great Feedback votes

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What an emotional read!

Posted on Thu, 04 Dec 2014

What an emotional read! Horror and high drama. Love the use of scent to create a change of tempo.

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Posted in The Lea Rig

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Love the shifts from dream to

Posted on Tue, 02 Dec 2014

Love the shifts from dream to reality, a fluid slide show of impressions and stories.

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Posted in nightmares and memories

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I really enjoy the way you

Posted on Wed, 03 Dec 2014

I really enjoy the way you mix culture time and place - and your precise and evocative style.

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Posted in Les Courses des Fetes

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Wonderful!  So touching and

Posted on Wed, 03 Dec 2014

Wonderful!  So touching and beautifully written.  Effortless yet clever structure - sort of spirits from winters past.  

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Posted in Santa Stops Here

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Slip into dream or life and

Posted on Fri, 28 Nov 2014

Slip into dream or life and let what will.  I love the shrugging off of care at the end.

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Posted in You understand, I think

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This stings.

Posted on Thu, 27 Nov 2014

This stings.

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Posted in The quarrel

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Intrigue behind the scenes,

Posted on Wed, 26 Nov 2014

Intrigue behind the scenes, nice twist.   Compelling story and some beautiful description.

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Posted in The Garden of The Gods

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I really like this story. 

Posted on Sun, 23 Nov 2014

I really like this story.  Although French, it reminds me of the writing of Grazia Deledda.  beautifully written.

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Posted in La Bodega Rose

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There's something precious

Posted on Tue, 18 Nov 2014

There's something precious about the handwriting of someone we love who is not with us, they touched that paper, held the pen, made the mark.  So much of them in it.  You express this with such delicacy.

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Posted in PS No PS

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The bleakness of the city.  I

Posted on Thu, 13 Nov 2014

The bleakness of the city.  I like the way some lines stretch beyond - like cranes.

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