Some of what I write is not true; so I put it here. Mind you, some of what’s here is true… but, well…
By the time you read this anything might have happened. She might have fallen in love by the time you read this. By the time you read this She might be dead. For that’s just how it works. Don’t feel bad for reading. It’s just how things work. All the old people had already died.… Continue reading Finding Under Difficult Circumstances
Iseult lived by the water. She lived by the wide brown river. Her eyes were brown and her skin was brown. Iseult lived by the water and she didn’t know she was drowning.
Uncurls the fern in spring’s dawny damp; unfurls the shawling wind across the falling heights of winter’s decay.
Wind runs strong from the home of Morningstar, I’ll hunt at Old Farm, for Cold Farm will smell me coming tonight...
Mather the thief pushed through the stink of people at Covent market, eyed the singer’s begging-bowl of pinchbeck, moved on
A kitten wandered away from his milky mother, and met a snake in the grass...
JohnnyBGood says I’m always the lucky one, because my Seven Day was the day that we didn’t all die.
She barely remembered the coupling, had no reason to associate it with what was happening now ...
P A Swanborough 
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