Philip Sidney

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Who Knows?

By Philip Sidney on Sun, 26 Apr 2015

Perhaps I do not know myself. I say, I am quiet, I should live a life of solitude, they say, you! and laugh and point and stamp their feet. I say, I...

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My Other Life is

By Philip Sidney on Fri, 24 Apr 2015

My other life is a peach bare feet, warm sand clear running water mind, body, place sweet blossom contentment gold, green birdsong sunlight leaves...

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Slate

By Philip Sidney on Sat, 18 Apr 2015

Started with an edit, ended in a complete rewrite.

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Living with Giants

By Philip Sidney on Thu, 16 Apr 2015

Skyscrapers have grown along the harbour, they look out to sea and across to mountains, they do not tower like buildings in bustling cities, more...

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Home, full of the familiar

Posted on Sat, 21 Nov 2015

Home, full of the familiar but not always what we would want it to be. Love the depth of feelings you evoke here.

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Beautifully read. Sad but

Posted on Thu, 19 Nov 2015

Beautifully read. Sad but appreciative.

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I like the setting. Who is

Posted on Thu, 19 Nov 2015

I like the setting. Who is she speaking to at the beginning or is she writing a letter? Not sure if you would decribe your own eyes in that way, but this might be showing us an aspect of her perdonality, I suppose. Keep going.

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This took me to the edge of

Posted on Sun, 25 Oct 2015

This took me to the edge of things, the border between life and death that is always there but we pretend isn't. Death and beauty and that blast of light that is living; I found this moving in its lightness.