A short short story – Tree Consciousness

January 2, 2012

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I remember this wood.  As a child I ran headlong down its paths, leaping over fallen branches, a graceful thoroughbred brought to life in a child’s imagination. Later, weaving between the grand oaks, hiding beneath their canopy, I imagined cruel forces searching me out in this enchanted place.  Strands of sunlight probed their search-light beams […]

Getting Past August

August 28, 2011

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As a direct result of my most recent writing course, my already horrendous workaholism has soared to new heights. During the course I was privileged to meet numerous ostensibly charming and helpful individuals who came armed with exciting new projects with which to torture myself. ‘You have a job and are starting another course in October!’ I […]

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Short excerpt from my novel

July 30, 2011

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It was summertime, mid-afternoon and I was leaving my Dad’s Regency townhouse in Connaught Square. I had abandoned him earlier than usual, as we’d argued over my most recent piercing. It had become clear, during the course of the meal, that facial ornamentation was not his idea of an acceptable mode of personal expression. My […]

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Letter to my present self – Time is all we have

July 19, 2011

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I wrote this while on retreat last year.   It is a letter from my future self.  Dear Jobie You looked tired when I saw you on Friday.  Have you been working too hard again?  It was 10pm and I scoured the house, but only found Stuart and those lazy dogs.  He looked a little lonely if you […]

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What Savagery

July 9, 2011

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There is a tingling sensation in my hands where they are shackled in front of me. Too many bodies are packed into the tiny kitchen; a comfortable familiar kitchen in a comfortable familiar house, one that has been my home for almost eleven years. I do not think I will see it again, after today. […]

Heaven

July 5, 2011

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OK so this is my morning pages.  Not particularly penetrable at the moment but I think there might be a poem hiding within:-  Heaven   Pray for the day’s end. Pray that there is enough. Never let the flower bloom – when the meadow floods. Often the wet grass illuminates Over the brook and beyond […]

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What time is it in the bag?

June 30, 2011

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It is time to move on. Everything in and on and even around the bag attests to this.  Of course, it looks like an ordinary travelling bag.  If I picked it up I’m certain the handles would feel strangely familiar. They’d fit just right.  With my fingers curled around them and my palm pressed against the nylon straps […]