Category Archives: not precious

Dust

The sound of dust is the buzz of a fly, tone or timbre blurred away, no soul left in the sound, just a movement of air molecules, a residual vibration, drained of colour, bereft of body.  Dust.  The eventual echo … Continue reading

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Hardy mums

First frost last night.  Rosy dawn.  I like the slowness of hot coffee with milk and the warmth of the mug in my hands. Hardy mums – why are the fruit and flowers rising up first? I promise my 30 … Continue reading

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Present, not precious – A mindset

Show up before you are ready. It’s a practice, not a performance. Your job is to pick up your instrument and make some noise.  In this case, it’s the sound of your pen scrabbling, scratching, or flowing across the paper. … Continue reading

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Present, not precious – A November Project

For me, November has always been a month to hurry over or smudge.  During the eleventh month, some people write novels, others grow moustaches. I fidget with cold fingers until it ends, looking forward to US Thanksgiving as much as … Continue reading

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