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NaPoWriMo2010: April 2010
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Friday, 30 April 2010. Friday, 30th April, 2010 - 4th March, 1924. This is a development of an exercise undertaken as part of a tutorial for A215. It didn't amount to much in the form in which I found it in a long-forgotten file. Now, though, I am quite pleased with it. This is part of the the value of NaPoWriMo, isn't it? Roll on next year! My grandmother told me she fought and screamed. Through two red days and white nights;. Recalled how her shrinking flesh was racked,. Hacked opened like so much meat.
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NaPoWriMo2010: Wednesday, 14th April, 2010 The Bell
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Wednesday, 14 April 2010. Wednesday, 14th April, 2010 The Bell. A bell hangs in a silence. Till a celebration's due;. Or else some soul must travel. Where, in solemn retinue,. Process all those who learned. To care but now must softly weep. To think how brief a time may pass. Between a waking and a sleep. Where faith is follows comfort;. But, in truth, there's also fear. The bellman speaks that we may find. Some purpose in despair. May prompt a soul to recollect. Its origin in mystery -. Thursday, 8th Ap...
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NaPoWriMo2010: Monday, 19th April, 2010
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Monday, 19 April 2010. Monday, 19th April, 2010. This was written for my mother who today celebrated her 81st birthday. For the first time in more than sixty years, my father was not there to share it. Anniversary of a Loss. Love can't be lost or chased away;. It's magic's not undone;. It cannot shrink, or rust, or fade. But shines as bright as it began;. And, through the years and over miles,. Love keeps a constant pace. However far you travel from. The sweetness of that place. When love first smiled.
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Mixed Pickles: It's been a long time but, brothers and sisters, here I go again!
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It's been a long time but, brothers and sisters, here I go again! Listen, I was only. Idly flicking through the channels. I'm not even usually in on a Wednesday evening (calm down, burglars, the house is well guarded - the GLW has a black belt; uses it to cinch the waist of her black dress - the one she wears to KICK BURGLAR BUTT! One of the performers was something called a Pixie Lott. An unlikely Pixie (is it one of the Geldorfs? There are three unforgiveable rhymes in rock music. Their pointy bits pre...
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Mixed Pickles: Too good to be forgotten?
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Too good to be forgotten? Of course, it's not only people I don't know approaching me that cause confusion (see previous post). There I was, walking down the Toll Road (the most salubrious location in Harrow), when I recognised a couple walking towards me. Hadn't seen them since 1976. Had been her flatmate's boyfriend for two years, had lived next door to her for a year, had been present on the day that he had moved into the road and met her for the first time. 27 June 2011 at 13:47. Ermmm I have just go...
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Mixed Pickles: September 2009
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It's a small world. And getting smaller every day. Either that, or I've put some weight on. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pinches of salt not provided. This blog contains mild violence and fantasy spider references, and may allude to imaginary events as if they were actually real. Are you tuning in to me, brothers and sisters? Become a Follower - it's free, it doesn't hurt, and it makes me feel good . Where people have been kind enough. What I have been reading. Short of prompts for your Creative Writing?
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Mixed Pickles: Genetic imperatives number two: spoon, pan; pan, spoon.
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Genetic imperatives number two: spoon, pan; pan, spoon. In this (slowly) continuing series. In which I attempt to explain to women how we men can't help it, we are just made that way,. I reach the tricky area of the kitchen and the man/spoon/pan interface. Women, on the other hand, make great cooks. That's not to say they necessarily are. Great cooks, but that they can make. Kind of fun.). Fran Hill @ Being Miss. Yes, yes, all this happens in my house. And the recipe thing - exactly! Ha ha, that drives m...
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Mixed Pickles: November 2009
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With all this talk about football,. And handball, and whether or not matches should have video referees. I am suffering from Thierry Ennui. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pinches of salt not provided. This blog contains mild violence and fantasy spider references, and may allude to imaginary events as if they were actually real. Are you tuning in to me, brothers and sisters? Become a Follower - it's free, it doesn't hurt, and it makes me feel good . Where people have been kind enough. In / On / Under.
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Mixed Pickles: February 2009
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If I could, I'd give burn a mix CD fir everyone and give it away free with every copy of this blog. Failing that, here's a virtual playlist. This'll fit nicely on an 80 minute CD (as long as you burn without any gaps). Mike's Mix - Volume 1. Maxine Brown - It's Torture. Evie Sands - I Can't Let Go. Prince - I Wish You Heaven. Johnny Kidd and the Pirates - Shakin' All Over. The Wailers - Trenchtown Rock. Pallmall - Is She All You want. Booker T and the MGs - Time is Tight (fast version). Where people have...
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Mixed Pickles: November 2008
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The fat man sat hunched over the keyboard, concentrating, struggling to play the piece. Each time he got it wrong he returned to the beginning, determined to play the whole piece, just once, flawlessly. The metronome stopped its tick-tack-ticking. He stood up, his joints protesting at having been in one position for so long, rewound the metronome, returned to his position and recommenced his practice. 8216;If I had only’, he thought to himself for the oh, how many-th time? 8216;If I had only… no. 8216;I ...
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