Month: December 2019
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What She Left
When he picked up the scarf he realised that she had left it behind deliberately. The house keys were on the table, next to the scarf, and the money that they’d argued about. She had taken everything else, all her other belongings, the clothes and shoes and jewellery and music, the personal things, things that…
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The Art Of Seeing
There is a picture on the wall. It is titled Grasmere. It is a print of a painting by W. Heaton Cooper. There are other prints in the room, but this is the best, much better, finer detail and delineation than the rest. I have often wondered what it is about this print, my favourite…
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Where We Live
The small kitchen In the little house. The crack-paved street In the city town. The living room In which we hide. The sleeping room Two people wide. The lawned garden A measured spot, So many feet, That’s your lot. We all inhabit Tiny spaces. Where we live Are just the places Where we give All…
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This Writing Thing
This writing thing, it seems like a curse some days. It makes me no money and takes all my thinking, all my time and attention, keeps me away from things I should be doing, family stuff, jobs around the house, things that non-writers do without even thinking about them. And some days, after fighting for…
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A New Day Will Dawn
A New Day Will Dawn The evening draws in There is comfort in knowing A new day will dawn