Category: music
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Ten Things of Thankful
I. Still Rooted Thankful that the storms left no real damage behind. The trees held their footing, the roof held its nerve, and once the clouds moved on, the solar panels quietly went back to work. II. Nature Tidies Up Thankful that the wind gathered all the fallen leaves into neat little piles in the…
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29.10: Everywhere Poems
The Birdbath… …is blue-glazed porcelain,with a fat grey pigeon sitting in it. He does not bathe.He occupies. Another pigeon arrives and stands on the rim,waiting,good manners to prevail. They do not.The grey pigeon sits. So the newcomer pecks him on the head,sends him flapping to the fence, where he watches another pigeon arrive,and observesthe rules…
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28.10: A Six – SSC&B The Heist
The Heist (episode 5) Dinner with the Soup Gobbler “I took it from a reclamation yard on the East Side,” the Soup Gobbler says when Chris admires the long wooden table, dark and scarred enough for a medieval feast; “you mean an antique shop,” says the gargoyle on the left, grinning, “you filched it from…
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27.10: Dead Men Don’t Drown
Dead Men Don’t Drown: #12 (catch-up with all episodes here) I obey the conservator for exactly twenty-three minutes, which is long enough to find an old manila envelope, write DO NOT OPEN on it in block capitals, and place the spiral lock inside as though firm handwriting has ever saved a woman from herself. The…
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24.10: Stream of Consciousness
It’s stormy. Windy. Rainy. Well, windy is putting a British edge on the word; it’s 75mph gusts and 50mm of rain in twelve-ish hours or so, rain going sideways, upwards occasionally by the look of it, although technically I suppose that’s still downwards eventually, everything comes down eventually, except perhaps petrol prices — not my…
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Ten Things of Thankful
A week of resilience in ordinary things. Rain returns. Numbers behave. A crow keeps me company. A storm tests the house. Summer is folded away. Creativity finds another instrument. Sussex reminds you where home is. Two stories keep moving. A passport arrives. The roof holds. I. Rain Again Thankful for two days of rain and…
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23.10: Everywhere Poems
Where the Tide Has Gone I. The wind sings,weathering ribs of wood,shadows comb their fingersthrough the sand. Beyond, the sea lieswhisper-flat and silver, as though the moon has drawn itfrom the land. II. These old posts keepvigil at the shoreline,holding memoriesof every vanished tide, and somewherepast the quiet rim of evening,water waitsfor heaven to turnthe…
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21.10: Everywhere Poems
21.10.26 morning hedgea blackbird lifts with a twigtoo heavy for it.it drops, then gathers it again,as if the nest is forever all. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney;…
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20.10: Dead Men Don’t Drown
Dead Men Don’t Drown: #11 (catch-up with all episodes here) Dear Ms Macleod, thank you for the photographs, which show what appears to be a folded letter secured by a spiral lock, though I agree the name is unhelpful, since the finished packet looks less like a spiral than a paper tongue stitched through its…
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19.10: A Six – The Alcove
The Heist (episode 4) (a letter from the Soup Gobble) The postman arrives carrying an envelope addressed, with admirable confidence, to The Gargoyle Sitting on the Right. “That’s me,” shouts the gargoyle who appears to every mortal eye to be sitting on the left, but perspective has always been a treacherous little beast and gargoyles…
