Bargains in the basement

ding dong ding dong ding dong what’s wrong? no bells? no-balls at cricket but this isn’t cricket and balls are not bells the sound of this country on Sunday has been bells for centuries and now silence no rings no dings things are not looking good…

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Last rites

We live in the moment sputniks and soylent Bikini and Cuba the Bermuda triangle and we’re all looking for that angle that Isosceles patented. The bell rings and we quicken our pace sit and say, Grace, eat what we’re given be thankful we’re living in the moment. And I’ve had more moments that I’d sooner…

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Empty vessels

There’s always one more bell one more clang one more just rang why does Sunday feel like hell? there’s always one more bell. ‘seconds out’, round two, what to do? go to church take a pew listen to the Christian point of view what to do? If he bled for me which led to me…

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The fairy tower

You might have to break the glass but the window of opportunity is there.   The wishing well had a silver bell.   I obeyed instructions carefully laid out, wished my wish and watched my life being played out on a forty inch, high definition, state of the art shopping cart, not what I wished…

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