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“It’s bad news I’m afraid” she spoke in slowest motion like a record played backwards and I tried to digest the chewing ..

Shall we… tango in red through bulls play roulette in Russia yodel in the Himalayas surf the Tokyo bullet train tread croc’s backs..

Just one of those days I guess when a single moment changes everything. Fell off the edge of the earth watching my old life rush away, like look..

Following the river treading tousled grass senses are tickled and teased. My mind sighs and releases a clutch of black balloons into the sky a..

We cannot be friends. You are too lovely so sorry but as I will not lie politely in your bed spooning inpalpability nor sit beside you on the co..

A haiku, a first...

My new life started just last week dogs and I moved hopeful to our new home a tiny cottage no space of which to speak I learned to let go, not like..

Like the child at a birthday party who got passed the parcel and whose excitement grows as each layer of wrapping is torn off, I get to admire ..

What kind of bird would you be?

A humble gift. It's the little things...