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Small fry Ironically small is harder to test for this exercise. I try as I looked down into a stream. A small fish moves in and out of reeds; bubbles rise. Those tiny eyes make everything seem normal. There is movement; the blob perceived as a delicacy is approached swiftly; the mouth opens. A flick... Sign in to see full entry.

Personal. I would like to withdraw from your contemplating glance. Do not try to look interested, my hope has often risen on the merest whim It is like a pigeon’s chest, inflated, always cooing for a favourable chance. It would be wise to remember my shifty ways and my lack of reasoning. In the... Sign in to see full entry.

On Hold. If I had forgotten it was because you were sunshine. Why can I feel your warmth when I should feel sorrow? Freshly you laugh and I can feel your hand in mine. It is all so clear, I remember it now. Your smile was just a warm expression of sadness. There was only a hidden beauty and I... Sign in to see full entry.

Potato Pickers In the wet grass where we searched for a shilling. Shiny eyes rooting deep into the brown roots around our scuffed boots, which were soaked to the cardboard filling. The memory of receiving wages one shilling and a pound. Three boys, three days and a thousand tons of potato picking.... Sign in to see full entry.

Promises. Delving into the scrawl of unwise commitments, they adorn pale walls and flickered once. Now all is still; darkened by age, although sentiment lasts longer than flowers. Optimistically there is no thought of vengeance. Hopefully all promises have faded into oblivion. The little hooks were... Sign in to see full entry.

Fineware. Among the thoughts that sometimes stir. A yellow rose adorned the wall that summer. It bid all butterflies to settle. And lit the hand that touched the petal. Time holds; fleeting memories and laughter. I did not deem to chase the warmth thereafter. Or try to source joy from the simple... Sign in to see full entry.

Smile. Did we last meet in heaven or is that an illusion? Is this a collusion of thought that permits us to share the necessary ambience needed to repair moonbeams. Perhaps this is only possible within a certain hour The power is transient and the glow passes It is not possible to reinvent the... Sign in to see full entry.

SNOW. I cannot stop in snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts shatter into shards, it is so easy. When it is snowing one can face the elements and walk into the... Sign in to see full entry.

Letter What am I writing for? Not simply for the smoothness of your skin. You play a simple game that none can win. I cannot tell what messages you send. I wonder and the frosty warnings end, just like small violets nestling deep in snow. The warmth of your heart is all I need to know I have this... Sign in to see full entry.

The site. Let it be light, if owls sleep it must be. I feel all right, but so sleepy. Perhaps I’ll walk with eyes half shut Over the hill up to the hut. The watchman sits brewing tea. He spits and makes a cup for me. It goes down well by coal and flame. A sausage brown, so pleased I came. His dog... Sign in to see full entry.