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Going West: A ‘Misty, Moisty Morning’

We had enjoyed two glorious days of sunshine in Pembrokeshire. Drawing back the curtains of a room that had boasted a clear view of the sea the night before, it seemed that the morning would bring us a different view … Continue reading

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Twisted ~ Nick Verron #midnighthaiku

Twisted reality Infinity meanders Branching existence ( ~ Nick Verron) Mother and son, we sit in the garden with our morning coffee, waiting for the first of the workmen. We start talking about poetry… an unexpected conversation. I grab scraps … Continue reading

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The fabric of being

We all know them, that handful of people who cling to a reactionary refusal to own a mobile phone… or turn it on when they do… or bother to check it. Or they don’t really like computers or social media. … Continue reading

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Another country…

« Qu’il est loin mon pays, qu’il est loin… » Claude Nougaro “…and Claude Nougaro,” said my boss, brandishing the baguette. Her husband nodded. The three of us were at the dinner table, lingering over the cheese as usual. My … Continue reading

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Wilfully blind…

I may sit with my back to most of the house a lot, but I still have to do the housework. I can’t ignore it, even though I can’t necessarily see it. I know it is there and, if I … Continue reading

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The Mysterious Self ~ Steve Tanham

One of the most wonderful elements of being Human is the sense of self; yet there is great confusion as to what the ‘self’ really is… even whether it exists at all. Something harvests the experiences of each day yet … Continue reading

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A matter of choice…

I never did like doing as I was told. I might, through necessity, for example, obey the authoritarian order of an autocratic boss, but orders would never inspire me to give of my best. I would do just enough to … Continue reading

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Still waters

The day was completely fish-related. The high winds had blown the water from the fountain and the level in the pond had dropped. My first jobs of the day were to treat the water, switch on the hosepipe and the … Continue reading

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Māyā

Do I cease to exist if I am not seen, Like a tree in a forest that makes no sound Unless it is heard when it falls? Do I exist in the mirror when I look, An illusory glimpse into … Continue reading

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Beheading the Rose

In a plastic bucket beside the counter sat a dozen roses, each one individually wrapped, slightly faded, but with their heads held firmly erect in the stiff plastic. Each one would doubtless be bought and, given their garage location, probably … Continue reading

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