Philip Sidney

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Thetis

His mother was a sea-nymph. She found life on land, an irritant. Mortals? Dull and ignorant. Gods? Overbearing. Sea eyes changed colour with her mood...
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Departures

It is still dark. The black eyed baby slumps in your arms, accepting she has no control. Time to go. We wait in the queue, between anxiety and regret...

Touring the City

Concrete subways take us deep beneath the city. Here air holds the smell of time passed: old beer, stale urine, something too ancient to name. We tip...
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In the Skinny Days of Youth and Yearning

In the skinny days of youth and yearning, smiling was not permitted; too redolent with levity. This had to happen behind doors, or books, or fingers...
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Ash

Something floated past the window, which was odd as this was the fifteenth floor. It seemed to hover and bob lightly. A piece of charred paper? Too...

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404 of my comments have received 402 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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