Nash didn’t believe in ghosts until his good friend Max died—and then came back to torment him. He believed in patterns. And sometimes, a pattern had...
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Sweetheart, you must talk to
Posted on Thu, 14 Jan 2021
Sweetheart, you must talk to somebody. Are you still at school? Talk to a sympathetic teacher or school counsellor. Ring Childline, or the Samaritans. Make an appointment and see your doctor. Most importantly, please speak to the counsellor you...
Hello mate, good to read you again. Nothing less than I'd expect from you, you have those writer's eyes that never stop looking at the world, I think we all do, but you find more beauty than most. It's one of the things I've admired about your...
she would not allow a word to slip from her lips. Occasionally she might emit an involuntary sound, but she never spoke, and found a deep sense of comfort in this self-imposed silence. .. I knew a little...
And what a find. I went through a phase of leaving one of my books in strange places for people to read. Maybe if I'd bunged a fiver in there, somebody would have done, before they turned to mulch on the forest...
I never thought about it before, but as we get older, instead of thinking about old bones and time slipping, we should focus on the greater wealth of music we've enjoyed over the yearsand have over youth.
These chapters are so different from the pub crowd, and I can't decide which I prefer; they are all brilliant, and that stark contrast between the two is going to make a brilliant book.
*At times expressing even flow a boon.* This is a new one on me, I had to think about it. Isn't that what poetry's about, looking at the words and deriving meaning, be it yours or the poet's? I think this is saying....the ocean is violent, but it...
Sweetheart, you must talk to
Posted on Thu, 14 Jan 2021
Sweetheart, you must talk to somebody. Are you still at school? Talk to a sympathetic teacher or school counsellor. Ring Childline, or the Samaritans. Make an appointment and see your doctor. Most importantly, please speak to the counsellor you...
Read full commentPosted in How do you forgive a parent?
Hello mate, good to read you
Posted on Mon, 27 Apr 2020
Hello mate, good to read you again. Nothing less than I'd expect from you, you have those writer's eyes that never stop looking at the world, I think we all do, but you find more beauty than most. It's one of the things I've admired about your...
Read full commentPosted in La belleza
The water looks black, but
Posted on Sun, 10 Aug 2014
The water looks black, but when you hold it the palms of your hands it’s completely clear....lovely.
You get all shivery, not just because the water’s so cold, but because you don’t know what’s down there. ...and again
Aunty Pearl...
Read full commentPosted in Chicken Eye in the Sky
had learnt that it paid..
Posted on Thu, 07 Aug 2014
had learnt that it paid...learned
she would not allow a word to slip from her lips. Occasionally she might emit an involuntary sound, but she never spoke, and found a deep sense of comfort in this self-imposed silence. .. I knew a little...
Read full commentPosted in Just Visiting
Jenny, I love your poetry ..
Posted on Sun, 09 Feb 2025
Jenny, I love your poetry .. but this is another level. Give me a sneak into somebody else's life, and I'm in heaven.
I also had a miserable time at school nd went to one reunion. So I got the nostalgia of this.
Brilliant,...
Read full commentPosted in School Reunion
Gorgeous, gorgeous writing.
Posted on Wed, 09 Apr 2025
Gorgeous, gorgeous writing.
And what a find. I went through a phase of leaving one of my books in strange places for people to read. Maybe if I'd bunged a fiver in there, somebody would have done, before they turned to mulch on the forest...
Read full commentPosted in Nihil Impossibile Erit Vobis
I never thought about it
Posted on Tue, 25 Feb 2025
I never thought about it before, but as we get older, instead of thinking about old bones and time slipping, we should focus on the greater wealth of music we've enjoyed over the yearsand have over youth.
Beautiful, Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in In Twilight Years
These chapters are so
Posted on Mon, 31 Mar 2025
These chapters are so different from the pub crowd, and I can't decide which I prefer; they are all brilliant, and that stark contrast between the two is going to make a brilliant book.
Read full commentPosted in Steelie 14
*At times expressing even
Posted on Sun, 23 Mar 2025
*At times expressing even flow a boon.* This is a new one on me, I had to think about it. Isn't that what poetry's about, looking at the words and deriving meaning, be it yours or the poet's? I think this is saying....the ocean is violent, but it...
Read full commentPosted in Rain
Now that would have been a
Posted on Thu, 13 Mar 2025
Now that would have been a neat trick, I should have made it horribly carsick. Thanks Celt.
Read full commentPosted in The Book: Chapter 32
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