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Conversations With Clouds
It is one
thing to be seeing faces in the clouds: quite
another to be carrying on conversations with them.
It is one thing to be seeing faces in the clouds: quite another to be carrying on conversations with them.
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The Show Room
As you
creak down six a.m. stairs you pay
attention to each breath: how it
rolls in, spreads like a shawl of sea
water on a sandy beach. Antique
signs hang on your wall Esso
Blue, Aladdin Pink, STP Oil. Funeral,
old-school black bicycles, side
pieces to the...
As you creak down six a.m. stairs you pay attention to each breath: how it rolls in, spreads like a shawl of sea water on a sandy beach. Antique signs hang on your wall Esso Blue, Aladdin Pink, STP Oil. Funeral, ol...
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I wish I could say I've read Hilary Mantel's books Wolf Hall and Bring Up the Bodies. I want to say that...I really do. But I've been knee-deep in readings about the Plantagenets lately. I'll get to Mantel's books soon, I kno...
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The Turning Of The Crow
Sometimes
there’s a sound like a
drawer opening and closing and on
the final thud a noise
like powder raining
on paper. It took two
mugs of coffee to solve
this early morning mystery: the
turning of a crow in a
cracked terracotta chimney pot sending
down a ...
Sometimes there’s a sound like a drawer opening and closing and on the final thud a noise like powder raining on paper. It took two mugs of coffee to solve this early morning mystery: the turning of a crow in a cra...
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The World Turned Upside Down
The Box Brownie red portal spy hole shoots Frida Khalo her face cartwheels on the wind                another
artist turning the world on its heels.
The Box Brownie red portal spy hole shoots Frida Khalo her face cartwheels on the wind                another artist turning the world on its heels.
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The Intruder (Part Four)
Albert kept in the shadows, hardly daring to
breathe. Meanwhile, the intruder continued to survey the bewildering garden
casually as if he owned the place. It was a complete role reversal. Maybe Albert should have done something to
reveal his presence: perh...
Albert kept in the shadows, hardly daring to breathe. Meanwhile, the intruder continued to survey the bewildering garden casually as if he owned the place. It was a complete role reversal. Maybe Albert should have done so...
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Solitudes: 1 You're promptly lost in black oil paint on canvas, greeting night, We are at five years later... every hour. Owl on a power pole, mourning doves flutter an Austrian pine: scrap-feather museum.
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Shrub Desert... Individuality Airplane crash ghosts crow-scream into so many memories until those who remember are also ghosts. Today a blue-lavender sky and tomorrow you will notice thick plastic panic handles above window...
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When Ghosts Leave Footprints
Gypsum powder on red stairs. Follow the ash. Sweep dust from stone. Throw windows open. Here is a path through the gorse. Yellow flowers with a coconut perfume: such exotic spice on a prosaic wind. A man plods the path, sun on neck earth on hands. What he l...
Gypsum powder on red stairs. Follow the ash. Sweep dust from stone. Throw windows open. Here is a path through the gorse. Yellow flowers with a coconut perfume: such exotic spice on a prosaic wind. A m...
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Untold Stories
The hours that make a
Saturday - or a Sunday, can
stretch, if you don’t try too hard, into years. I wanted to see a ridge of
hills spread out against a
washed out sky. Walk in a Paul Nash
landscape. Something of this was achieved. A lonely business, trekkin...
The hours that make a Saturday - or a Sunday, can stretch, if you don’t try too hard, into years. I wanted to see a ridge of hills spread out against a washed out sky. Walk in a Paul Nash landscape. Something of th...
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The Intruder (Final Part)
Enough of this, enough of this messing around
- scared now, Albert took the mobile phone from his dressing gown pocket. … ‘Mind if I take a look in the garden, son?’ Albert followed the policeman. There was, of course, no man in the garden.
The policeman pi...
Enough of this, enough of this messing around - scared now, Albert took the mobile phone from his dressing gown pocket. … ‘Mind if I take a look in the garden, son?’ Albert followed the policeman. There was, of...
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The Intruder (Part Three)
The previous night had brought a gale. A fence
panel lay like a dead soldier on the lawn. A mess of wild entanglements made up
of brambles and branches and escaped black bin liners made access through the
garden hazardous. Chickens scratched their way aroun...
The previous night had brought a gale. A fence panel lay like a dead soldier on the lawn. A mess of wild entanglements made up of brambles and branches and escaped black bin liners made access through the garden hazardous. Ch...
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