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I Saw

Twice a day she passes,

each time tutting a mantra

to banish the monolith.

Knowing, as she does,

the obvious squalor

of its subhuman inhabitants. 30 more words

Kelvin Flats

1031. Sickle

Last week I was clearing the weeds and long grass along the roadside in front of my house. Would you believe? The weed-eater ran out of fuel just when there was only a little bit left to do. 245 more words

A Story A Day

Busy bodies

Like little bees, always doing.

The busy lives and the bodies keep moving.

When self-reflect is too a dangerous a pool to peer in.

The busy bodies never see their own reflection. 44 more words

Writing