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Cherry

WWW

August 23rd. The Woods. Strung across all paths, intricate, unseen webs split space into gossamer satellite dishes till afternoon sun's gold caress...
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Gold cherry

logging evidence of us

Diesel tang rank above sweet grasses' long soft tongues, broken. Small birds' fear shrills still in re pooling peace. Within woods' broached haven...
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Cherry

part 14

Broken trees under a trail of slime, a squelching sound nearby, growing nearer, nearer, the huge slimey red lips of the giant slug reared up and onto...
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sound escape

Earth's first touch for reaching sun, iron age hill fort looks out over ground held in molten blue, above all sound, save wind's unseen tongue...
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Cherry

part 13

When Mary was finding a place in the basket on Regn's arm to fit a purple mushroom like a small frisbee, Regn moved at last, "PERFECT" . They went...
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Was totally involved, you

Posted on Tue, 14 Sep 2021

Was totally involved, you have great details, like the bathwater washing over the edge, and the kitchen chair scraping, Bruce going round and round before curling up. It was very moving to read, particularly when he was in the bath. And the end/...

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Posted in With or Without You

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Enjoyed this very much! Is

Posted on Sat, 08 May 2021

Enjoyed this very much! Is the birthday of the narrator significant? All the details are brilliant, particularly the bit about intern for Markle :0) I wonder whether in a populist system Elgar would be played over loud speaker? Maybe latest...

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Posted in Ingerland My Ingerland

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Hi Isabel :0)

Posted on Thu, 14 Jan 2021

Hi Isabel :0)

Well Done! being brave and posting about how you feel, this is not an easy thing. It is what a strong, hopeful person does, someone who wants to make things better! There has been lots of advice from members of the site who...

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Posted in How do you forgive a parent?

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This is so exciting to read!

Posted on Mon, 21 Sep 2020

This is so exciting to read! How many poems about wind there must be, but you have made it new. Particularly liked

"Watch it climb a house in a second like an upside down waterfall,

Watch it ballroom dance with a plastic bag And...

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Posted in I Want To Watch The Wind Dance

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A terrible memory to be

Posted on Tue, 14 Jan 2020

A terrible memory to be carrying in you. I can only echo Insert and Rhiannon? I hope your shoulder stops hurting. I know what it's like to be near the bottom. The important thing is to find your choices, to know you are where you are because you...

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Posted in The policeman sat in the armchair

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"Stars seeded"

Posted on Thu, 15 Nov 2018

"Stars seeded"

"they passed taxis, night buses, lonely punters stumbling on the long walk home."

"the Firth of Forth moving in glittering sheets below them. The bridge lights were reflected in the dark water as if a row of...

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Posted in Aura (19)

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what a great metaphor for

Posted on Wed, 19 Jun 2019

what a great metaphor for aging

We walked the plateau

Flat and scattered green

But now in this desert scape

Dragging our bags behind.

Pink is a halfway colour, isn't it? Unthreatening, which is why it's so scary...

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Posted in My Favourite Colour's Changed

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You've conveyed all your

Posted on Tue, 12 Mar 2019

You've conveyed all your feelings brilliantly, specially how jobs are seen as defining people, so not having one makes a person a blob. And yet not having a specific shape/a slot to fit into, makes you able to go anywhere, the possibility of...

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Posted in Last Week I Lost My Job (Rimus Dissolutas)

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BRILLIANT!!!

Posted on Wed, 20 Feb 2019

BRILLIANT!!! This is absolute magic :0)

love "pale posy bunches" "coin wings" Wow! "seed-bulge" perfect . Also "far beyond their leafing"

well, all of it, really!

 

Insert, i wasn't sure what the trees across the road...

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Posted in The fruit of the elm

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Very interesting to read his

Posted on Fri, 02 Feb 2018

Very interesting to read his story. I only really knew of him from hearing an interview about how by the time they let working class people into Oxford it was so dummed down there was no point going there, and that the elites never accepted him...

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Posted in Les Rowse, Philippe and I

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