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They call it Abbott’s Water. You recall as you stand there that the pond was named after a Jenny Abbott who, local legend has it, traded her child to the ...

“You and Andy are weird, Eve,” grumbled Maria. “He fiddles about with old bones and you  spend all your time drawing crabs. And for a bit of light relief you ...

Who is the real you, and why do you write? The two go hoof and hoof.             Creativity can hinge on expressing honest emotion that your inner child experiences exquisitely, but ...

    That shadowy entrance, subdued glint, spark of eyes! You trod all cultures with your classic grace Of posture, figure, profile   The breathy touch, so tentative, The answering squeeze   All beams and tiptoes as we trod Unspoken ...

The first time I ever felt it I was 12. In the stairway going up to Spanish. I laid my eyes on you and fell. New kid, no one knew you. Except her; she ...

This secret, that crime, festers in my mind takes over my being   Slow- Agonizing- Questions- Doubt-   Those words, that hidden text what?   Those visions, that forbidden sex why?   It penetrates like a knife. Dull- still sharp.   It sets in like a fog I suffocate- yet I scream.   Sitting around nothing happened. smile, laugh what?   Make him pay don't let ...

The scent of cigar smoke and whisky permeates the room, the sound of old black and white documentaries of the great second war of the world escapes into the hall.   There is a worn and beaten red ...

No word can define itit is beyond speech. No color can justify itit is beyond sight.No instrument can play itit is beyond sound. No food can feed itit is beyond taste.No feel ...

The scent of sin still lingers and the memory remains like a stubborn stain.   Now alone with her own qualms, rocking in the fetal position. Naked and vulnerable to the torment that was sure to find her once more.   Why... why... WHY? They're all the ...

It wasn't just the brown smears on the bathroom door that made me think twice about the rental house. Or the washing up dating from 1982, or the turbid green ...

According to the letter I am 'no longer welcome in 'Build a Bear outlets, worldwide.' It started, like most terrible things do, with a birthday. On the recommendation of a friend ...

I thought of my old mother, who surrounded herself with music and flowers. Everything she touched she seemed to with a peculiar intent. Perhaps it was ultimately her gratitude at ...

When do you feel most like yourself? Your authentic self, I mean.             My 2-year-old grandson Eli is way into the Moo of Me. He's discovering his authentic self and announcing ...

‘I’m not running from, No I think you got me all wrong, I don’t regret this life I chose for me …’ (Daughtry, 2007)   Adam still remembers the first time he met Derek. ...

When you awake in the morning’s hush...             It’s 5.30 a.m. and I am awakened by the shrill ringing of the phone.  I reach across and pick up the receiver, though ...

The in-flight meal is sausage and mash and I’m reminded of Roberto…   It’s our last night in Italy.  Derek has had his nightcap and is ready for bed.  When I say ...

All the ideas, stuffed in the cabinet, on the far right, left a bit, opposite, the cupboard marked   Feelings; locked. The key hangs       on a hook, that’s screwed into the press, labelled faintly with       failings; ...

The past turns to present the future that’s gone As the break-fast is over, yet still lingers on.   Some reluctance to go, but no real wish to stay, As one hair cracks the ...

A pleasant fellow adorned with a French beard and loafers has been walking around for the past twenty minutes, trying on the benches in the empty plaza. I sit on the ...

‘I can’t go.’ She said as she came from the bedroom in the burgundy dress I’d bought her the day before. ‘Why not. You look great, what do you mean?’ ‘No I ...

Maybe I actually died in that accident on the 4th of January. It would explain a few things. It certainly would explain how it’s half way through February now and ...

The ill have gone, some fled ahead, gave up the ghost before they too become a figure. Statistics are dealt like a poker hand, now for some it has been raised once ...

When fear of writing comes to your door wearing a mask, will you recognize him? His masks are superb! Unmasking is tricky and first requires recognizing the boo! face the ...

July in South Africa and the first time that Lucy and Tim have seen snow.  Catherine   watches as they press their little snub-noses hard against the window, captivated by the   swirling whiteness ...