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Tui

standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo  

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Notes

A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.

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Envelope

An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten

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Rupert

  yellowed pages from 1910 his words dislodge perception

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Requiem for the alien

Her brown eyes stare at the Y fork in the road. As he turns the car left, she’s back in the taupe coloured room, looking down past her legs spread wide, a pair of grey eyes staring – the colour of steel – above a white slash of cloth that covered the lower half of… Continue reading Requiem for the alien

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The Owl and the Pussycat

  A carved rock stands sentinel. Wave upon wave of white tips, sharp and blinding to unprotected eyes send fingernail sized crabs scraping for darkened protection. Tangled, green emerald fresh soothing, enlivening limbs weary, honeycombed pockets harbouring free flowing flora wretched from unsafe shelters, now anchored minute crustaceans, hidden among dancing green tentacles, espy undulating… Continue reading The Owl and the Pussycat

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Mask

# concealed in the reflection, my shattered face a broken self #

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Saturday Afternoon

He was born with searching eyes, wrinkled and bruised, on a Saturday afternoon. As the clock chimes, his curled fingers reach out and they take him from what he knows. *** Wrinkled and bruised, on a Saturday afternoon he watches an endless white marshmallow sky; they take him from what he knows, their firm hands… Continue reading Saturday Afternoon

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Adieu

A suggestion, the partial ending, with reason to believe there is another chapter to follow. We did not see the little death, hidden unobtrusively. Would we mourn this day? Standing an arm’s length apart. How shall we fare, as alone we seek our way? If we had dared to be true would we still have… Continue reading Adieu

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Day 5

seek what you need no more no less, for nature will provide for you if you provide for her ... Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem… Continue reading Day 5