I‘m suspending my thoughts in these silky trails, Letting words for one become fragile. Though you dance from point to meticulous point, Once cut loose and off the beat, There is a falling away, From every irreverent, dissolute touch.
Like trees in a storm triggered landslide. Walkers. A packet of foil wrapped potato chips. Crisps really, but chipped potatoes remind me of fake casino tokens, made from spuds but worth less than the soil they were buried in. But I would have to make them do, after all you did what you could with […]
Apophenia. This is a new word for me, but it seems to describe a state of being I experienced not too long ago. Things appear to make much more sense, and link up more than they ought to. What made me figure out this was the case was how much seemed to relate to me. […]
– It is late. The point had fled, but he was determined to catch it this time. There are too many tips available. So he went back to something basic- write what you know. Select. Pick a colour. Ok, red. It doesn’t matter that you chose red. But I bet you are curious as to […]
The name eglantine is from Middle English eglentyn, from Old French aiglantin (adj.), from aiglent ‘sweetbrier’, from Vulgar Latin* aculentus (with the ending of spinulentus ‘thorny, prickly’), from Latin aculeus ‘prickle’, from acus ‘needle’. Sweet refers to the sweet, apple fragrance of the leaves, while briar ~brier refers to it being a thorny bush.
“A word in your ear…”
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as often as I hear birdsong…
Dear Dragons, Construction of the dream machine commenced that evening when most had their selves tucked away, working shifts or simply remodelling their bodies. Meanwhile I was synchronising my clocks. I thought I had stumbled across a method through a social network. Was it really so much like coming across a bird’s nest, (which incidentally I […]