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By now, I should be an old hand at new beginnings. I've learned to recognise those 'watershed moments' before they arrive. First time was losing my mum as a child; no way I could have seen that coming; no way that anything would ever be the same again, afterwards. Then it was moving away from... Continue Reading →
The inglenook is found withinthe interstices of many an English Innwhere many a weary traveller such as Ihave beengrateful of the warm fireside where flames beginto kindle the creative mind, in whispering:‘Firebrand, with pen in hand…begin again.’ © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Linda is hosting dVerse Quadrille tonight, and she has challenged us to... Continue Reading →
Seven Sisters road runs fromsomewhere intersecting thesweep of Holloway Road andslightly seedily on toSouth Tottenham, travellingSouth West to North East: neverspeak of starlight, City blind. © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Poetics: Stars that count. Laura is hosting tonight and has asked us to write a 'Pleiades poem.' I found this incredibly... Continue Reading →
This near-winter time of year when the nights draw in: I never was a big fan. In fact, typically sadness, fear and age-old anxiety would always hit around this time. I had a taste of it in October, when many days were overcast and cloudy, but oh, what a cold and crystal clear November we've... Continue Reading →
Which path to take?So many perceivedpossibilitiesearly in life they seeminfinite almost, butlater: determinate, obdurate,few:What makes us changeour perceptionof what is impossible?Reservations, reluctanceto make ourselves risible;deportment, decorumor maybe it’s really justfear... © Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved Whimzygizmo is hosting at dVerse and she has asked us to write a poem of exactly 44 words including... Continue Reading →
My child woke from a nightmare the other night, or was it early morning? “What’s the matter, love?’ I asked. “I thought I heard a scratching,” he answered. “And what do you think you could have heard doing this scratching?” I continued. “Maybe a big rat” he answered, “or something else more scary…with sharp claws!”... Continue Reading →
A lifetime's quest, or thatof half a life at leastwas born the day I firstclimbed Hampsfell. Lookout point on the CartmelPeninsula, high above Grange-over-Sands/stretched out below meout to sea Behind were all the mountainsof my youth and visionsof the mountains still to climb. As I approached the templeon the hill, I read the legend Ῥοδοδάκτυλος... Continue Reading →
The land looks different lit in silver. That's most-of-all what I remember, the night of almost being stranded on a mountainside. True story: I was a romantic-minded, foolish teenager, determined to see the sunset from the summit of the mountain. Absolutely crazy. My dad couldn't persuade me to go back. Textbook idiocy. Of course, the... Continue Reading →
Like a salvo of predawn gunfire‘snap, crackle, pop’ – that’s what I think, and‘who could think of cereal at such a time?’Then my mind flips frantically through filesgrubbing to grasp an empirical explanationfor the snap, and the shot, and the rasp:A guerrilla band going gung-ho into battle, firing into empty space?No, can’t be…a fighter jet... Continue Reading →
With a kind of dim accuracy, dull estimation of anuncomfortable situation to the victim’s eyes, jealousy is not a green-ey’d monsterbut a super-subtle friend The victim continues with a smileof painted mirth;the mind gives birth to wild imaginingswhich may/may not be trueit hardly matters now:The matrix has you. Crossing canyons subsumed by solitudes, wish for spiritual songs to heal... Continue Reading →
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