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The Terrible Day of Lump

By catherine poarch on Sun, 05 Jan 2014

Children's story for the competition. 2398 words including headings

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PIG FACE

By catherine poarch on Sat, 02 Nov 2013

My name is Pig Face, said the pig.

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Old Words

By catherine poarch on Thu, 31 Oct 2013

The bus crawled past the church on the corner, and the words outside it cut through the stonework grey,

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Drawn

By catherine poarch on Mon, 30 Sep 2013

Somebody painted the moon in the big, black sky a magical moon, as perfect as it could be...

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I think this has struck a

Posted on Sat, 25 Nov 2017

I think this has struck a chord with all of us. It's very clever, seems well thought out even though you say it's automatic. I sometimes think that so many children are unhappy in school and aren't aware that each other is. It can be a cruel...

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Congratulations. I liked this

Posted on Thu, 06 Jul 2017

Congratulations. I liked this, it has the pace of someone sitting back in a chair on a veranda. I like how you are writing easily and feeling surprised by that. Probably the way we write best is the one that comes naturally so just go with it...

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Great reply. And I think our

Posted on Wed, 19 Apr 2017

Great reply. And I think our confusion/reluctance/apathy is all down to PR lies, over the centuries, you can see it from the Norman oppression of the Anglo Saxons to the British Empire. So yes, keep telling the truth.

Posted in You always knew: a poem for the death of progressive politics and the passing of the Welfare State

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I loved this. At the moment I

Posted on Fri, 29 May 2015

I loved this. At the moment I have a heap load of characters stuck in a tardis sized plot which is floating aimlessly through space. I am now concerned that they are all talking to each other and there is going to be some sort of rebellion and...

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I loved this. Is he real? I

Posted on Mon, 23 Jan 2017

I loved this. Is he real? I loved the 'drank lager grew bitter'. I always like wondering what the child was llike with old people or what the old person will be like for the child and you've done the whole sweep of his life in a short, nail on...

Posted in Dave Swakeley is Dying

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I love the stillness of this

Posted on Fri, 09 Dec 2016

I love the stillness of this and the faith of knowing something's there when you can't see it.

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Really liked the quickness of

Posted on Tue, 08 Mar 2016

Really liked the quickness of this, right down to the lash of that buzzing thought. It feels like a kid taking a deep breath and saying it all in one go. The Queen passed me once too when I was a child and apparantly she smiled at us but I was...

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I think you've been saying

Posted on Sat, 12 Dec 2015

I think you've been saying goodbye ever since in all these beautiful poems. Each one is a gift to her. Without meaning to sound trite I'm sure she reads them. The grains of sand on the beach and the picture of the little girl on the beach with...

Posted in About My Daughter...

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I have no expertise here. I

Posted on Sat, 05 Dec 2015

I have no expertise here. I think I'd be tempted by symmetery, not to mention safety. All I can say is - you don't need to decide yet? Let the answer come to you. Revel in getting better.

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a lovely poem of remembrance,

Posted on Sun, 08 Nov 2015

a lovely poem of remembrance, about the simplest of symbols. I love how the poppies have a life of their own.