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time travelling

By Di_Hard on Sun, 17 Sep 2017

at woods' edge shadow-silt nestles lumps of amber air floating ballrooms where midges dance brief lives away since before words on one side sun warm...

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first day in senior school

By Di_Hard on Fri, 18 Aug 2017

Rain heavy air, clear, fresh colours drenched. I walk through clinging grasses like hands welcoming. Summer condensing on twig ends in rowan berries...

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calm before

By Di_Hard on Thu, 03 Aug 2017

trunk tethered galaxies of leaves wild weaves, wind owned. Waist high, light grained grasses spray. Green-good air an open mouth, bird-fled, waits...

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a sort of green

By Di_Hard on Mon, 17 Jul 2017

in autumn small, three-toed green, lizard dry stampedes down the steps' side dark green cloaking concrete with rustling possibilities or, lushly...

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I liked very much what Walt

Posted on Thu, 31 Jul 2025

I liked very much what Walt Dodson said about the silences between David Bowie tracks :0) He sounds so lovely, as Sheila. My school, we never had recorders given out, but my son did. It is one of a year's milestones, that afternoon when primary...

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so many kind people! This is

Posted on Tue, 29 Jul 2025

so many kind people! This is a lovely poem, though your comment about being on a snowy hilltop when he rang to tell of its being left on the train - very funny as a story, but HOW STRESSFUL that must have been at the time! For you and your son

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Jenny, you MUST know grace,

Posted on Sun, 27 Jul 2025

Jenny, you MUST know grace, to write how you do! I like very much

"weaving lyrics...beating natures / pulse" which made me think of the flutter of wings being like a pulse and the flight-paths of birds being invisible veins in the heart of...

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That's a lovely story :0)

Posted on Mon, 28 Jul 2025

That's a lovely story :0) Apart from the Earthquake. Mariyka is a true heroine with such gumption! I imagine her happily dancing the nights away with her happy and hunky husband. Hopefully, if she cared so little for conventions that she sat on...

Posted in There’s a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He’s Engels

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I would be the same as Rachel

Posted on Sat, 26 Jul 2025

I would be the same as Rachel, so really enjoyed your story

should this be stroking, in the last few lines? "Striking the bird's head, the broken wing."

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I hope your bees come back.

Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025

I hope your bees come back. And you are having cooler weather now, it is starting to feel like almost Autumn, here

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You taught me about the story

Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025

You taught me about the story, too. Those Greek gods were so tetchy!!! Hollyhocks were one of the first things I managed to grow - one grew as high as Mum's bedroom window :0) Now I like the single ones best though as bees can get inside

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the desolation of his job

Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025

the desolation of his job taking up so much of his life, trying to support his perfect wife and child, so perfect they seem almost unreal/unrelated to him, and his past, memories always corroding. This is so sad to read