Di_Hard

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February low tide

By Di_Hard on Fri, 02 Feb 2018

He comes in, rosy cheeks smooth-cool to mine as the inside of half cockles we used to collect on the beach as big as his hands, then. The shells we...

finding peace

By Di_Hard on Sat, 13 Jan 2018

As I fish fur from my coffee mug the rhythm of your purr's like the chug of the ferry bringing people home or strangers, who from far places come...

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left over

By Di_Hard on Mon, 08 Jan 2018

these are the left over years life reduced, the womb dry. If I were a vegetable I would be limp but I am stiffening, from the fingers in and my...

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Sum of the storm

By Di_Hard on Sun, 07 Jan 2018

wind worm winds through rough woos trees, shatters these breathing roofs; leaves scatter. In the aftermath trunks, reaching equal signs cross blank...

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yes, I liked that the cows

Posted on Wed, 23 May 2018

yes, I liked that the cows and children died had significance for different reasons, so much heartache put so simply

and that "Winters smelled of kerosene". I remember there were lots of powercuts growing up, so paraffin reminds me of cold...

Posted in Histories of a small town in Ontario

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NEVER feel guilty! If I

Posted on Fri, 04 May 2018

NEVER feel guilty! If I could only write like this I would, every day. No other issue is as important, for if we destroy the Earth there will be nothing anyway.

Lions, giaffes, elephants. These are all at serious risk. No cgi is ever...

Posted in Palm oil or Orangutans?

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two seperate creativities

Posted on Sat, 28 Apr 2018

two seperate creativities and visions combined to make something magical for both? A child feeling equal in a grown up world, a grown up reminded of the wonder of being a child

Posted in Collaboration

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I love this.

Posted on Fri, 27 Apr 2018

I love this.

Going at different speeds but arriving together

A dead end coming to life - brilliant!

"look back at the increasingly staggering view". Gives a strong image of space/time so easily.

"Convenient" table...

Posted in Effort & View

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Beautiful poem, you express

Posted on Sat, 21 Apr 2018

Beautiful poem, you express so well the seeming fragility of Spring but also how it's actually very strong, as it has overcome the darkness of Winter, just as the flames of your dreams overcome dark times. It makes me think of those ink paintings...

Posted in My Dreams are Safe (IP)

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What you sound like to me is

Posted on Fri, 20 Apr 2018

What you sound like to me is someone of indomitable spirit who has suffered terribly.

Posted in 2105 H

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They ARE like table cloths,

Posted on Thu, 19 Apr 2018

They ARE like table cloths, and the way they ripple is like slow motion flapping a table cloth to open it out before putting it on the table. I'd never have thought of that. I like the slow graceful way of this poem, too

Posted in Far away, the Manta Ray

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I do wish I had been able to

Posted on Tue, 17 Apr 2018

I do wish I had been able to read this as a child, it would have helped knowing there were other people:

"The hall became filled with the echo of young human souls in a state of flux. It made Jack’s ears feel full as if his eardrums could...

Posted in Jack Mutant - Which Way is Down? (part fifteen)

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Writing the way you do

Posted on Fri, 13 Apr 2018

Writing the way you do qualifies you as a rare kind of human. I've not read anything like your posts

I hope you get to work somewhere you can use these skills you have to help the natural world

The Pentagon/Civilian is horrible/...

Posted in 0147 H -2 (2031 H)

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hm, not if you can't see the

Posted on Sat, 07 Apr 2018

hm, not if you're short sighted like me :0) It's like a miniature metaphor for the miracle of life, the twentieth attempt the thread goes through and you're off. Before that it gets fuzzier and cut off and bent and huffed and puffed at and...