When younger, the word of God was writ large in every cloud. Every beat of every heart was a plan. A fate unreeling. An ocean of moments in an arrow...
My mother’s mantelpiece holds three glass swans. Nobody knows where she got them from. I doubt she even remembers. 23 years they've been there. Mute. Tamed. Paddling like fuck to stand still. We’re only staying for a week.
A massive round of applause from me! Well constructed and, as a teacher, I applaud the conceit. We do try to build in life experience but when keeping the school doors open means getting an exam result we are all put through the exam machine...
I was at first put off by the amount of punctuation but after a few reads I now realise it adds to the ebb and flow very nicely. A very enjoyable rhythm.
This is wonderfully written with a lovely, brisk pace and humour to burn. I found the reminiscing both wistful and insightful, not at all romanticised. An excellent first piece I've read of yours. Welcome!
Love them! And all they
Posted on Fri, 03 Jul 2015
Love them! And all they thought they stood for!
Read full commentPosted in The Wedding Picture
You have some wonderfully
Posted on Fri, 03 Jul 2015
You have some wonderfully crafted lines in here. The reader moves from tiny detail to sweeping overview quite smoothly.
Needs some proof reading in areas such as '...few hours back. So that I cou...' and '...I did not even got the time...
Read full commentPosted in Goodbyes
Great frosty, sharp and
Posted on Fri, 03 Jul 2015
Great frosty, sharp and tingling imagery created here.
Read full commentPosted in the return of summer
A massive round of applause
Posted on Thu, 02 Jul 2015
A massive round of applause from me! Well constructed and, as a teacher, I applaud the conceit. We do try to build in life experience but when keeping the school doors open means getting an exam result we are all put through the exam machine...
Read full commentPosted in High School Sweethearts
I was at first put off by the
Posted on Wed, 01 Jul 2015
I was at first put off by the amount of punctuation but after a few reads I now realise it adds to the ebb and flow very nicely. A very enjoyable rhythm.
Read full commentPosted in The ebbing tide
This is lovely, delicate
Posted on Wed, 27 May 2015
This is lovely, delicate story-telling. The subtle mysteries draw us in and the imagery anchors us there. Lovely work!
Read full commentPosted in Notes from a Dirt Engineer - Old Apple Trees
Those soft 's' sounds are
Posted on Thu, 14 May 2015
Those soft 's' sounds are both soothing and saddening. The stillness of a Sunday.
Read full commentPosted in A Small Ceasing to Be
Spot on. Your internal rhymes
Posted on Sat, 09 May 2015
Spot on. Your internal rhymes give the humble egg a grandeur it deserves!
Read full commentPosted in Eggy Soldiers.
This is wonderfully written
Posted on Sat, 09 May 2015
This is wonderfully written with a lovely, brisk pace and humour to burn. I found the reminiscing both wistful and insightful, not at all romanticised. An excellent first piece I've read of yours. Welcome!
Read full commentPosted in My Barbiography
Incredibly powerful work. The
Posted on Thu, 07 May 2015
Incredibly powerful work. The first person narrative really brings that home.
Read full commentPosted in Centralian
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