Writing

A clever little bird learned to sing a song of hope so they set for it a trap and caught it with a rope then stuck it in a cage to hear the song..

Oh paper clip your curly bends have saved me trouble to no ends. You teensy-Weensy ace device, you looped shaped beauty paper splice. When I&rsquo..

Pillar box red Creosote brown these are the colours you’ll see in this town. red brick dust, comes down with the rain Mr Fernánde..

I tripped over her memory yesterday. I’d tucked it away beside the fireplace where I used to sit as a child, and there, while the adults po..

A cold winters day.

We are shivering flowers, dithering in the breeze, endlessly blown by the wind with ease, with roots that learn to grow through stone; deep and ..

There’s a puddle full of stars, on a verge made of mud, next to a road, that leads all the way home, but if I stop to stare, at a puddle fu..

The waning moon.

Memories of a lovers kiss While autumn turns the world to gold Remind me of the lips I miss Memories of a lovers kiss What fool am I to dwell on t..

Fictitious diary entry.

Your heads a big top with a travelling show, a circus you take with you wherever you go, your mind delights, as the band starts to play, you open..

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