Monthly Archives: July 2011

metaphor-in-waiting

You know when you throw away a pair of socks, or old undies, or – as I did today – miscellaneous soft things that have been hanging about attracting mould, and then you throw normal rubbish, like food scraps, into … Continue reading

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why the random poem?

I’m not a huge reader of poems, and I think that’s exactly why I posted Epithalamion, come upon randomly in an anthology of homosexual literature throughout the ages. It goes beyond an overabundance of words – pours words out until … Continue reading

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Epithalamion

Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood, Southern dene or Lancashire clough or Devon cleave, That leans along the loins of hills, … Continue reading

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just say the thing

“Just say the thing.” It’s become a kind of catch-phrase for me and Cat, and is most often accompanied by knowing smiles and head-shaking. “Just say the thing.” It was first uttered between us when Cat was re-reading the Summer … Continue reading

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the husband as critic

special k really pushed me to have a draft of my YA novel that he could read. He is now reading it, which is not the easiest thing for me, because he’s basically told me to bugger off and leave … Continue reading

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the eyes have it

ah, my attempt at a witty, punful heading! My latest pet-hate with my writing is this: my characters are always, always looking. At each other, not at each other, out the window, across the room, up from the book, etc. … Continue reading

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