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Yarn

Election day in the US. Big breath. Is this what it feels like to know you’re on the verge of a historic moment? To feel like so much is on scales that are at a breaking point as they waver … Continue reading

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Glass

‘There are certain words a poem should never use.’ ‘Hmm…’ I started to make a list of the usual suspects: very, many, really, magic, fluffy, rainbow, always, invisible –  ‘Yes.  Apparently shard is verboten.  And,’ raising an eyebrow and tilting … Continue reading

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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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Rose hip

It is taking all my willpower to simply type what I have written this morning and not edit it! But, here goes: Rose hip Ophelia wrote a story called Mr Rosehip Tea. It was one of the first stories she … 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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