Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

The Lady on Sycamore Lane (3)

VIII. The library was three stops past the end of Sycamore Lane, in the town center. Ruth had not been in years — she couldn't have said how many —...

The Lady on Sycamore Lane (2)

V. The third time the sound came, Ruth was ready for it. Not ready in the way of preparation. Ready in the way of a person who has been listening so...

The Lady on Sycamore Lane (1)

Sycamore Lane is nine houses long, set back from the road at polite distances, with porches wide enough for two chairs apiece. The mailboxes are...

One Date

Their Story. My room’s a mess; messy clothes strewn across my floor, open bins and empty cans dotted around. My phone rested on my slipper, slid...
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One Of Us

It was chilly. It wasn’t quite cold enough to warrant doing anything but it was just about cold enough to complain; they both sat on the slanted...

Look at the birds

Not every day, but too often. The question that floats, collides, tumbles through my thoughts like a blind eagle owl. When I put ketchup on my fries...
Cherry

They Can Only Do Harm

In the Free World the cost of living is going up at an alarming rate.
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Holiday.

Holiday. For my recent holiday, I didn’t need to declare anything. I didn’t need to buy any tickets or boarding passes. I didn’t need to book a train...

Overthinking.

Overthinking. Each month of every year is holiday time. For me, that is no exception. Unlike everyone else, my holiday is different. I go on holiday...
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Gold cherry

Silences

I don't post a poems for ages then like buses two come along at once . Image is courtesy of Mariusz Rutkowski from Wikimedia Commons
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