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Pipe Dream…

* Maggot always gets his man… Wherever they go. However far they flee. However cunningly they hide… * Maggot enters the Ol’ George: legendary menagerie of care-worn dreamers. This evening’s vibrantly clad gathering part to allow him to the bar. … Continue reading

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Anomalies…

* In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball. The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming. Just then, the Dagda went … Continue reading

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Doors of Conception…

“Excuse me…” I woke up and looked at the walking stick  insistently tapping my boot, then up at the black face in the sun, and shaded my eyes… “…Do you want to be human?” The voice was young, but also … Continue reading

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‘Heart and Soul’…

* The first key… Bigger than me… and inside, a box; identical but smaller, in order to fit, with another key. * Key number two… As big as you… whose mote is my beam, now clearly seen as I click … Continue reading

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Looking Out…

* I have lain here for millennia watching ages pass. * Great beasts once roamed my slopes. I saw them take to the air. Their leathery calls scarring the sky. In a fiery eye-blink they were gone. * Continue reading … Continue reading

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Troll Bridge…

* Black-Jack-Davey had been on the road since sun-up. As twilight descended filching the last of the colour from his day he came upon a village. Up ahead he could make out a little stone bridge and what he took … Continue reading

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Little Acorns…

* … A paper flyer blowing in the wind clings to my ankle. I stoop and peel it from my trouser leg, unfurl it and read… ‘…LITTLE ACORNS…’ A Puppet-Play Figured in Three Acts FEATURING THE REDOUBTABLE MR PUNCH THE … Continue reading

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Mine-Sweeper…

* I entered the ruin to a low hum… The snug fit of my arms in the portal vectors was no accident. Once inserted an irreversible chain reaction commenced. The stone and wood around me shifted into old form: sleek… … Continue reading

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Harvest of Wyrms…

* ‘The Witch’, they called her but she minded not, tending to her herbs and the animals and birds which nature’s highest intelligence brought to the garden of her single-roomed house knowing her abilities to hold and to heal… It … Continue reading

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Glimpsing…

* From the corner of my eye… Through a keyhole… half seen unheard Beneath the door… Behind a crack in the curtains A shiver of tree leaf gurgling-silver over brook-stone. Continue reading at France & Vincent

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