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The Moons of Mountain Ana VIII… Stuart France

* Gemma’s warmth as she links my arm and the world stops screaming… * You are an island dark with life; A swan-hatched dream, taking flight; A blue-shot cormorant, nestled in night. * Continue reading here

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The Moons of Mountain Ana VII… Stuart France

* Becky is beautiful but kind and cruel, in turns.  * Her eyes flash when I call her a vamp, and when I bad mouth her boyfriend.  “You make me laugh,” she says, “can I kill you?”  * She has … Continue reading

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The Moons of Mountain Ana VI… Stuart France

* In sleep I strike a Centaur dead… * The blow reverberates in my head… Continue reading here

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The Moons of Mountain Ana V… Stuart France

* Regardless of content, our most intense moments have a habit of assuming ritual clarity. Together, the figures our characters cut are colourful, and bright, and amusing; the wheel-spinning white car which your mother read about in my story, or … Continue reading

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Trapped In Time… by Balroop Singh #Waiting

Trapped in time I stood there, crouching behind the pillar Suppressing the urge to climb up Resisting the little light My only link to the outside world If you call me a coward…you may I wouldn’t defend myself As I … Continue reading

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The Moons of Mountain Ana IV… Stuart France

* With almost perfect symmetry little Josh wants to take some flowers back to Mum. *  He plucks from the two Laburnum grown together over a garden gate; harmonious estate, or the strain of embrace, stretching… to cleave ? The … Continue reading

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#writephoto, Half Shining Armor by Pamela Morse

waiting Beneath the staircase of the palace, lurking silently in the dark The master’s old Tudor dynasty armor stands guard as if alive Little has changed in the basement rooms since jousting was the sport The aristocrat concerns himself with … Continue reading

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The Moons of Mountain Ana III… Stuart France

* Becky’s sulk face is adamant with indignation. If she only knew how perilous it is to neglect the young. * …Our roles are reversed for the tale of mum and dad and a kitchen knife, which Fiona tells in … Continue reading

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The Moons of Mountain Ana II… Stuart France

* When Gramps turned up wearing Nancy’s gold ring, Jenny thought it was a hoot. * Her hoot face is for the moment still. Continue reading here

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The Moons of Mountain Ana… Stuart France

* Mountain Ana made the phone to scream. * Squeal of a thousand pigs! Fingers of pain… Scratch my brain. * Continue reading here

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