My note book is a testament to bitten nails, ragged and rent, and heretic bleed of cuticles not neatly trimmed and beautiful but ripped, picked and gnawed while searching for the perfect word, the one that shines with serendipity, arriving as an epiphany and written down to be used in stories, poems and reviews. Kim […]
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Twinkle
I read in a report only yesterday about a study of the Milky Way, in which scientists listen to stars as they quake. Oscillating and flashing with energy, they chime like bells in a cosmic belfry, ringing the rhymes of a stellar nursery. Shimmering with a stardust lustre, playing the music of an ancient cluster, […]
Waiting for Halloween
Waiting at the door in my star-studded hat, Sitting at my pointy feet is my trusty cat; In my hand a cauldron of Halloween treats, Tasty spiders’ legs and cobwebs to eat. I’ve woven a spell to lure them in, With twinkling eye and cheery grin; They think I’m in fancy dress with my warty […]
Corby
My reponse to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Words Count With Mama Zen Massive raven, clever corby dear, your spirit will ever haunt me here, with your jabbing bill and loyal mate, with whom you would quarrel, call and grate. I still hear the rustle of your jet wings and the rattling lid of the […]
writing in north norfolk 