Gargling with gargoyles

When I flip and skip a word or jumble lines that become the sum of what I do it doesn’t bother me it’s only my pretence at poetry and who cares anyway? Shakespeare? no dear he’s long gone along with Shelley, Keats and John Donne, I feel at times alone like the lines don’t want…

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Merlinandmagic

The trick will always be to close your eyes and see, to cover your ears to hear and to still the rushing of the days. I write to move along through the currents fast and strong, to put my feelings down on paper before they’re gone. Will they remember me? close your eyes and you…

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Baptism at the font

Calligraphy is an art that satisfies me, I view it as Zen in a pen,. but when I join up my writing it lets most of the night in and scares me away unlike the day which embraces me a bit like calligraphy…

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After the noon

That was easy wasn’t it? no stress less mess than usual. Some days like today or really any Tuesday can be fun finish work a walk in the autumn sun a trip to the park and as it gets dark amble on home to a hot cup of cocoa. I know as you do that’s…

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Splashed

It’s going to be, that’s what I see the question is just when? I raise my pen and spill some ink blots to blot out what I think…

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Turning pages

A story that ends so to start and begin well I’ve been in one of them ended to start again got on the bottom rung again begun again I’m starting to sound like old Michael Finnegan so I’ll begin again. in the terrible automatic of space spinning out spinning back and only to face that…

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