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Long Breaks and Small Successes

Any astute reader will notice the severe gap between my previous post and this one. That’s quite a hiatus, but you already knew that. Now, in my defense, there was some issues of mental health that crept up during that time, a third child was added to my little family, and, well, life moves on, as they say. 339 more words

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You must not go to the wood at night

The fence sags

The gate keeps nothing out and nothing in

A bone tree, a fence of spikes, a shack

And you wait, at the edge of the place where the fox sleeps


Sometimes we find starfish, mermaid’s purses, papery clusters of whelk egg cases, dried out dogfish like twisted lengths of snakeskin. But mostly it’s a strandline of seashells, smashed, sea-smoothed, sea-scoured.