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Word Power

*Post-publishing edit… Please excuse that final paragraph’s self-helpy sound. Ugh. I was thinking about words the other day. How, when strung together, they hold such power. From there it got me thinking about sentences, conversations, lines in books that have … Continue reading

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Mortality

As a child, we had a swing made out of a long length of fraying rope tied to the Plain tree on our front pavement, with an old car tyre attached to it. I spent hours in it, swinging higher … Continue reading

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Small Town Bliss

Again, an old piece of writing about our return trip to the place I wrote about yesterday, this time in Winter. We followed the ribbon of tar that leads upupup into Africa to the desert, drove past the Ugly Duckling … Continue reading

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Tannie Anna And The Wheat Fields

I received a letter on Stalkbook, from a friend from ‘varsity days, someone I’ve had no contact with for… ahem… years. It was a sweet, encouraging, letter and it was just what I needed to boot me up the arse … Continue reading

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Sporty McSporty Sport, Me

I was discussing being sporty the other day, with my Dad. His side of the family are all very sporty. I got my mother’s sports genes. I cannot claim to be, or ever having been, sporty. My crowning achievement in … Continue reading

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The Girl Behind The Bar

She could be fifteen or thirty-five, it’s hard to tell. Her hair is two-tone – blonde above, black below, and a little greasy. Standing up in her aubergine-coloured velvet tracksuit as we enter the bar, it is obvious she needs … Continue reading

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