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The Shreiking Womb: Neesh…

Posted on October 4, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …So, Deirdru was kept in a place apart until she was ready for Connavor’s bed. * No one was allowed into her enclosure save her foster-mother, her foster-father, and her nurse maid, Leborcham, the satirist. * One winter’s day … Continue reading →

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The Shreiking Womb…

Posted on October 2, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* The Ulstermen were drinking in the house of Connavor’s Bard, Fedlimed mac Dall. Fedlimed’s wedd-woman, who happened to be full with child, was also in attendance. She passed round meat and drink and, when the house reached drunken uproar, … Continue reading →

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Bull-Coyote: Other…

Posted on October 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …Buffalo-Bull threw Coyote high into the air with his horns. When he came back down to earth Coyote was a Buffalo-Bull. Bull-Coyote wandered off into another field eating grass to his heart’s content and satisfying his hunger. Just then, … Continue reading →

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Bull-Coyote…

Posted on September 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* Coyote was going along… As usual he was ravenously hungry. He passed by Buffalo-Bull and noticed his size. ‘No lack of sustenance there,’ he reasoned. “Couldn’t you make me into a Bull?” asked Coyote. Buffalo-Bull ignored him. “If I … Continue reading →

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Dear Don: Old Moore’s…

Posted on September 18, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear Don, I suppose it was a case of ‘keeping up with the Joneses’ on a grand scale… which almost always leads to going with ‘bigger and better’…or at least a mistaken perception of it… I thought you might have … Continue reading →

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Dear Wen: Old Moore’s…

Posted on September 17, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear Wen, Well, it may be a palace but it is still only a ‘semi, which sort of also lends new meaning to the term, ‘Gated Institution’. ‘Gates’ being how the Caryatids are now described, and it is not your … Continue reading →

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Dear Don: ‘lunatic fringe’…

Posted on September 14, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear Don, As a proud member of the lunatic fringe, anything I might say would be complimentary. Seriously, if thinking for yourself… even being at a tangent to reality… gains you that epithet, then I just wish there were more … Continue reading →

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Dear Wen: ‘lunatic fringe’…

Posted on September 13, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear Wen, Ah, I have it… It was dusk. I even have some photographs, taken during our brief sojourn, of the moon. Perhaps then, it is a sort of ‘Moon Madness’ from the lunatic fringe of the moor, as it … Continue reading →

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Masks of Sod

Posted on September 13, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …For those of you who have not yet realised, the preceding monographs have followed, relatively closely, the lines laid out by the Danish Philosopher, Soren Kierkegaard, in his master-work, ‘Fear and Trembling’. Quite apart from his unquestionble literary genius … Continue reading →

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Dear Wen: Riddles and Runes…

Posted on September 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Dear Wen, Physical/Planetary is a rather startling juxtaposition as my old ‘letter-man’ might have put it. The Cow and Calf incident may have to go down as one of the first recognisable instances of something or someone ‘pulling the plug’. … Continue reading →

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