Gazing out the window this morningI watch a robin in the rainpoking holes in wet earthsearching forworms I am reading about cemeterieswhich happen to besomethingthatIlove often you know, while reading, whilewatching, whilelearningI will think to myselfThis!this is what I should…
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Monday morning early, at workwhile getting to the wateringI met a snake, it startled meI don’t mind snakes, as a speciesit just makes one jump, when something movesunexpectedly it occurs to me now, that thisis precisely what social anxiety feels…
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This morning begins kind of dullin colour onlythe skies don’t hold any particular shadetodayspring temperatures having once again taken adipand showers remain kind ofimminentApril 1st, and so I supposethe flowers and I arekind ofexpecting it I come with coffee, to…
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Outside, the back garden looks bleakvery early spring, it’s true but most anywhere you lookthe dogs have trampledand one particular fellow, has chewedand dugand just generally annihilatedany resemblance ofbeautifying nature I’ve been away from my usual writing postI’m sure your…
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I am stood silentin between another, what’s the big dealconversationunwilling just now to step inor engage inthe what andthe whyas so often the world these daysfeelstooexhausting where flippancy and blatant unkindnessgrand selfcentred-ness, intentional belittling disguised as jokingat someone else’s expenseare…
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through the small window on the stairsthat I pass on my wayupwhere in warmer seasonsI look out to lilacs, safely tucked awaynests and overhead viewsof thegardens currently what I see isone small leaf one small leaf, still holding on in…
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It’s not that I’d forgottenhow much Ilovedthe out of doorsI suppose really, I’d forgottenhow muchI need it today for a time, isbeautifully bright in the gardenand though I don’t much like the coldthis morningit’s just me and the dogsso pulling…
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To look out on the gardenmid-to-late Januarywondering, as I do…is it the gorgeously strong seed headsthat tenderly hold the snowas it falls or is it the snowas it gatherstogetherin numbers that indeed add their strengthto the seed headsas they standindefianceof…
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Small pockets of bubbling Joyin the last few days,busy at work, in the morningas the sun is rising higher in the skysomething draws my eyes, and myattentionup to a wall of the greenhouse where perhapsI don’t oftengazeand this day I…
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todayfor a time, to sitin the wisdom of the treesjust to watch and tolistencan feel like an act of rebellion at first bare anddampthen the wind picks up and snowflakeslightly accumulateon the branchesyou wonder, don’t youhow they stand, as they…
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