sat on a bench, i ate the apple right through to its core, the pips come loose - fall to the floor i often wished, growing up for a companion that wasn’t fiction someone to share the bench with, in a companionable silence on a Sunday afternoon i was eaten and i was bare shown … Continue reading SOLITARY POET
what power do writers hold - there’s something magic in the telling of stories a record, attached are so many memories, hopes and experiences frustrations and fears - the unburdening of truths - a means of entertainment, of spectacle - of passing on a shared history, the language of your community - a communication, conversation … Continue reading writing as a superpower
it is futile to push what will not happen although you believe there is some merit in trying - to apply pressure but someone must want to change - otherwise you are knocking on the door of an empty house - hoping to be let in. Kate (C) https://www.pinterest.co.uk/klpoetry
i can eat and i can sleep - read a paper, maybe take a walk later but there is something underneath - a stream of thought i am trying to be upbeat but i am caught in its torrent. Kate (C) https://www.pinterest.co.uk/klpoetry
Philippa’s parents both went to prison for the murder of a twelve-year-old girl. The father died in prison, but her mother is alive, and just about to be released. In the book Philippa has turned 18 and is on a mission to find her birth parents. The other character, and element, crucial to this story, … Continue reading Book Review. Innocent Blood by P. D. James.
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