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My stories

A Shuffling Up.

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...

Bars of Light

Evening sunlight in recumbent ribbons lies dappled on soft curves of southern downs. Our quick-witted boys gambol always just out of touch or reach...
Cherry

Longing or '**** you, next door's cat.'

F*** you, next door’s cat, sunk in smug puddles of riddled fur, curled like a purring, steaming turd.
Cherry

Result (Inspiration Point)

So much behind the printer ink lies, behind the quantified, mapped, planned, calculated lives.
Gold cherry

Glass Swans

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.

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131 of my comments have received 133 Great Feedback votes

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Love them! And all they

Posted on Fri, 03 Jul 2015

Love them! And all they thought they stood for!

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Posted in The Wedding Picture

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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...

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Posted in Goodbyes

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Great frosty, sharp and

Posted on Fri, 03 Jul 2015

Great frosty, sharp and tingling imagery created here.

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Posted in the return of summer

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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...

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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.

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Posted in The ebbing tide

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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!

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Posted in Notes from a Dirt Engineer - Old Apple Trees

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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.

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Posted in A Small Ceasing to Be

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Spot on. Your internal rhymes

Posted on Sat, 09 May 2015

Spot on. Your internal rhymes give the humble egg a grandeur it deserves!

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Posted in Eggy Soldiers.

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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!

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Posted in My Barbiography

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Incredibly powerful work. The

Posted on Thu, 07 May 2015

Incredibly powerful work. The first person narrative really brings that home.

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