“Uprooted”
‘You live in your bloody head far too much,’ said Dad, ‘get into the world; away from all those damned books and fancy. We’re building an orchard’ – in the … Continue reading
Bridgnorth (Impressionist)
The Funicular purring; It’s winding gear and bull heads grind, chasing the heady scent of lavender underhill while warm rain blots spatter the rosemary and sweet pea plants in … Continue reading
Going Home: Keats – Episode 22
After playing some Bach, which Spiggy dismissed as ‘music box rubbish’, we sat down for breakfast. Spig was his usual inscrutable self; Mook, again, had something on his mind. He … Continue reading
Kevin
It wasn’t until years later that i pieced together the barbs and puffing chest at the mention of his name…
A Deserted Village
An Architect would no doubt weep at the maze of tumbled rock found sad, lonely, lost beneath the sweep of beaten bracken paths. Summer * brings bright silence with each … Continue reading
Sunflowers
I have just planted Sunflowers and now it is Raining. A lesson.
Asunderland
I’m dreaming of a metal cage. A bloodied angel caught, hanging over me – unscathed but screaming. His life rains it’s final hour and . . . I am trapped … Continue reading
Camille
Sweat and hands and passion shape an uncarved block * in his name; his reputation ensured by your devotion. * Each success bruising her affection. Each denial inflaming her desire. … Continue reading
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