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Robyn and I visited a friend yesterday who has an old dog called Toby. He's a lovely, good natured chap, but not so happy to be around young children. Yet when Robyn sat on the floor, Toby made a b-line for her and when she put her arms around his neck (with adults watching carefully, awaiting the tears), he leaned in for a cuddle. This happened four or five times while we were there.
My friend Helen assures me that this is really unusual behaviour for Toby and she has not seen him do it with ot… Continue

A short, short story that fluttered into my head just now.

Tiffany's kindness knew no bounds. I regarded this young woman sitting next to me on the ledge, the city lights sparkling in her eyes. I'm sure she'd saved me more than once or twice merely by standing on my stoop, a bottle of Bayley's, a Black Sorrows CD and a bagful of hugs.
She was the very embodiment of the Butterfly Effect, because she was always willing to give smiles to a stranger and you can never really know the consequences of… Continue

I find it much easier to complete my work with little kicks in the behind as I go. For some reason, my creativity wains significantly if I don't have a constant flow of ... well ... vain that I am, I have to admit 'adoration' and encouragement.

So snippets and bits will start to flow since my muse has decided we should be together again (metaphorically speaking). She's been on holidays for such a long long time, sending only the occasional poetry postcard. But today, I recommenced work on the s… Continue

I used to worship all you'd do
and everything you said.
I'd follow you to Earth's end,
but then climbed in your bed.
It was there I found unwholesome truths.
Not all is as it seems.
And the monstrous mythologies
shattered my crystal dreams.
But I accept the blame, my love,
for putting you up there;
a much loftier pedestal
rising high in midnight air.
Higher than you aspired to climb;
I think you'd nout a clue,
that I worshipped everything
that you'd say and do.