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Hunting the ‘Tree Demon’…

Posted on September 16, 2018 by

* …”Where Hu-Wa-Wa comes and goes becomes a track and all those ways are well trodden. As Hu-Wa-Wa passes through the forest the birds begin to sing… Wood-Pigeon moans. Turtle-Dove coos in answer. As Hu-Wa-Wa passes through the forest the … Continue reading →

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Free Day III … Stuart France

Posted on September 15, 2018 by

… Our-Father, Lady, Countess-Grae passed light and demure across the softly shifting shades of a turquoise beach. Formless as beauty likened to the morning mist, her presence cleansed and refreshed the air as she danced; flitting capriciously between the stark … Continue reading →

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Principles of Fire (6) A Tribe of Two ~ Steve Tanham

Posted on September 14, 2018 by

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi Jalaluddin Rumi was a 12th century Sufi mystic, whose approach to the ‘real’ was remarkably … Continue reading →

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Free Day II … Stuart France

Posted on September 14, 2018 by

* …Left alone in my room for long enough I thought I might discover how they did it, how they worked it. I thought I was being clever. Initially, I had suspected the lights, either the lights or the heating, … Continue reading →

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Free Day … Stuart France

Posted on September 13, 2018 by

* …Metallic blue piping ran at strangely oblique angles, stretching deep into the ever darkening glass cliff-face, sparkling in the sunlight when at odd times it emerged like some long forgotten swimmer up for air, jutting rudely into the open … Continue reading →

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Black and White… Stuart France

Posted on September 12, 2018 by

* …Mother said, “The spiral patterns on the gate don’t mean anything, dear, they’re just decoration.” If life is a search for meaning then it would be as well to point out from the start that there is none to … Continue reading →

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Sweet Terror… Stuart France

Posted on September 11, 2018 by

* …I first noticed the spirals on the gate of number eight Teesgrove Road when I was turning the soil and tidying the litter from the strip of earth which separated its grounds from those of number ten Teesgrove Road. … Continue reading →

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Turnings II… Stuart France

Posted on September 10, 2018 by

* … Now she was out in space my Soul had turned astronomical on me. I decided to give her free reign, as much rope as she wanted. Enough for a thousand and one hangings… “The Water Maiden has sacrificed … Continue reading →

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Turnings… Stuart France

Posted on September 9, 2018 by

* …First she was a speck, black against the sky, then she was an arrow balancing the breeze, finally, after measuring the hole in the wall of my room with her wing-span, she became an awesome, majestic weight, sprung upon … Continue reading →

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Noir Nights… Stuart France

Posted on September 8, 2018 by

* Happiness is a suspect word… An unsound concept… A dodgy character… I know because I subjected him to surveillance… …Sneaky? Perhaps, but now I know. Happiness is actually a freak: a chance occurrence… …A beneficial whim of the vagaries … Continue reading →

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