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I've just finished reading The Sound of Brilliance, an anthology of poems from 'The Short of It' series edited by Susi Bocks. As Susi herself states of the book: This publication aims to find people with an interest and talent for micro-writing, whether their preferred form is poetry or stories, expressing themselves in 150 or... Continue Reading →
I say '1000 Readers' rather than '1000 Followers' because WordPress is different to Instagram or Twitter or Facebook. First of all, I don't count it as social media, although it's certainly a social space. It's primarily a Content Management System (where you can create and publish content) and a Blogging Platform (where you can regularly... Continue Reading →
As I sank into the depths of alcoholismdepression and despair not a soul around me seemed to careexcept the man who stood next to me on the tubewhose angry eyes seemed to say ‘how dare you stand so close to me?’Perhaps I didn’t smell too good: Sorry mate, did I spoil your commute? I wrote this... Continue Reading →
Hellebores, primrose, bluebells, geranium, forget-me-not: how could I forget you? For our love bloomed in the heady time of late spring flowers, around the rising of the late-May moon. Scents of lavender and roses drifted on the air, as the Star of Bethlehem reflected the moon's splendour, shining white. Buttercups and poppies swayed in daytime... Continue Reading →
Bob Dylan turns 80 today, and I couldn't let that go by without a nod to his musical and lyrical genius. My apologies for the rusty guitar playing: I never was great at singing and playing at the same time, and now I am 20 years out of practice. Like so many of Bob Dylan's... Continue Reading →
I have witnessed the transition from Spring into Summer in several different locations. In the UK, the saying goes, Ne'er cast a clout, till May is out. ('Don't take your (winter) clothes off until May is over.') In Catalunya, it's Pel maig cada dia un raig ('In May, every day a ray' - but the... Continue Reading →
A whole 50 postcards since I started sending them out in June last year! That's around one per week. I'm celebrating by taking things a little easy, and sharing some images of sunset over the Venetian town of Piran, which lends itself well to the colours of evening... Fortification on the Old Town Walls (Medieval)... Continue Reading →
This but trash‘tis but trash, thisthing for which you wish:leave it, it is choking upthe Earth, your desirefor more, always moreyou have enoughyou givenothingexceptyourselfaway.Abandon it:burn brightinto the blessedlight of day. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for earthweal The pandemic and resultant lockdowns certainly got me thinking about how much junk I have in my life that I... Continue Reading →
Driving home from York as a child: it’s a long drive, nearly three hours. First you cross the Vale of York, then over Bowes Moor from Scotch Corner down into the Eden valley. It’s a lot of wide open spaces and even wider, open skies. I can’t remember the time of year, though I’m guessing... Continue Reading →
If a dream was a dance and thatdance was a waltzI’d be whisked off my feet to thebeat of your pulse: I would whirl and I’d twirl as we’down the dance floorand my skirt all a-swirl would in-vite, ‘Just one more... 'Have this last dance, this last dance, thislast dance with me!'At the end of... Continue Reading →
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