tales from the murky splurge

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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Nurse Kelly said nothing to Alex Caldwell. Harry seemed calm as he was talking and she felt there was no need to alarm anyone. Harry has been a great one for storytelling and she told herself this was all it was. A dying man with so many stories to get off his chest. He cannot tell the difference... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

There is no other town I could compere to Brighton, Not London Town there is no beach Or seaside resort for city dwellers Palaces pleasant and plumped Blue hair and polka dots skip through the lanes The only escape is by train Held back by nostalgia as if you had a past. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Mountains and Trees. I felt intrigued, mesmerized and captivated, the little chipped stones I had kicked over the cobbled pavement had made scratches in the sides of the larger cobbles. I crouched down and peered closely, rubbing my eyes and then running my grubby little fingers over the images... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Found this so thought I would share it again

spider spider she heard the cry it sounded faint she strained to hear like at the bottom of a huge black hole spider spider it said clear was it from outside the web she could not be sure but her name was being spoken as it had been before on closing her eyes she said it was a dream had nothing... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Harry Killbuck

Poisoned pens The years that followed WW1, had many men coming home wi th nervous disorders. How could they be welcomed as heroes? Their wounds were not visible. How was a man who had done his duty for King and Country explain this condition? He could not grasp that the symptoms he endured were part... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

The heavy blue book that contained the details of the crime slammed shut on the bench, damned is the day, damned the decision made as we commence towards the path amidst the fury of a young man. Confused in thought and wondering why he had reached this end. If he could reach into the future and see... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 6, 2015

West Park Just you and me we breathe in this country air, This field belongs to us Lucky, I am striding through the long grass, Where the bombs have stopped falling and only daisies And meadow flowers survive. I jump the fence, I can paint you in this place. Here I brush and stroke the undertones of... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Patrick

If I could say to you this Would you offer me your forgiveness? If I could tell you what I see, Would you look into my heart and understand. I see her in the way you stand, and the tears you have cried. I see her when you shake your head, And look at me with silent pleading I see her when you smile... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

cold feet

Cold Feet Carefree are we to exist this way, Falling leaves scatter on our paths There are words in you I hear what you say, Scared is the night, dare you ask I dream I am leaving to far away lands You will wave from the gate that is locked Your fingers stay limp as you lift up your hands And time... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

A taster from Harry Killbuck

The Red Cross ambulance bumped along the track following a number of ambulances as they reached the field hospital. Stretchers were unloaded and the walking wounded were met by other soldiers who helped them out of the ambulances and into the old chateaux on the edge of the village that was now one... Sign in to see full entry.

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