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compassion

The river just kept on going – the parts of the boat that floated swirled and spun in the turbulence and raging white of the underlying dark – the birds continued calling in the surrounding trees and the hawk stooped

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 10.14.2011 @ 1:04 am

spring

When did she go there – down the street with the white vans blaring their horns as she sashayed into the sun – like some diva queen dancer – when was it – after the war when the boys returned and the lights came back on

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 10.12.2011 @ 12:56 pm

prosperous

Propsero

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 10.07.2011 @ 2:37 pm

suppose

When I crossed the river it was still dark – the waters swilled around the coracle and i was forced to dip sideways to correct the craft agaist the current – i knew there was only a smal gap to make it through and the outcome was unclear – but the bard had sung for me – what but hope remained?

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 10.04.2011 @ 12:17 am

half

The other – what – bit – dimension – the whole sixpendce – the id for the ego the matter for the dark – all measure and counter all light and -well, half—light?

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.29.2011 @ 1:32 pm

playground

– the gang – fakky had invented it – the Scheme he called it – we were to head to the centre and wait on the bottock – the old man who came by at noon every day rain or shine – one of us was to tell him that ther ewas a sale on behind the supermarket – illegal goods alwauys held appeal – ready bargains to set the myopic eyes gleaming – well that was how it was meant to be

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.28.2011 @ 12:49 am

evidence

She did so – how can you tell weel you’e the only one who hasn’t heard -so who wally sid idries? no the word is – the word — okay so you trust the word – Oneword!

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.27.2011 @ 12:11 am

preoccupied

The oak door swung shur behind the girl – she had been shown in by the footman – not the usual ‘tweenie”’ . How are you today my dear – from behind the half moon glassess – how are your dreams?

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.25.2011 @ 8:15 am

port

We turned hard – so hard that our ass cheeks joined for a moment – that’s called hard about he leered

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.22.2011 @ 1:08 pm

crouch

The dirty flowers on the upsolstery were pressed up against my nose as she came through the dorr – i could see her through the gap in the fabric dropping over my face like some tired burkha – I’m here I whispered – then more loudly – heree -finally I jumped – yo- yo- youu’re supposed to wait she wailed

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.21.2011 @ 12:31 am

celebrate

weent on – for all – dressed fine in loose scarvesa nd shawls – been normal but now no fear – in aprk of green depths and sticks layin on the ground – wel devined o seer

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.19.2011 @ 11:48 pm

average

Well he’s not what you woul ca bonnny — bonny well i’d say something more like a wee buit thrawn — would yoiu now – oiuphh gglor gaer went through his life with his belt on backwards =n what do yoiu meann by .. clue darl;in – dram?

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.16.2011 @ 3:16 am

trade

we’re on! — the shout came back up the hill — they’ll take us all the way! — all the way eh? – I’d hoped the rain and cold had dampened her enthusiasm – but we were in for the long haul – I’m up for it – I yelled back – false enthusiasm sounding tinny in my ears – and the mountain echoes laughed

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.13.2011 @ 12:28 am

hover

The raincoat stuck to her bare legs as she struggled down saughiehall street against the rising wind – in her disturbed state the street signs hung disembodied in the air like alien marauders

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.12.2011 @ 2:39 am

clipped

When the birdf flew cackling – its wings blurred in the failing sun – small residues of pollen stirred around the tops of the heather and added to the purple hanging on the hills around – the lone walker shrugged his pack higher on his back as he crested the last hill before the valley – a ewe lay by the burn breathing heavily – coped and incapacitated – someone to tell? – not in this place and at this hour – he continued on the path toward the lit windows of the house below

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.09.2011 @ 12:18 pm

existence

Parlous came the vailing- and the green was asway in the older woods – there came the swain sonn to be a knight – and so the birds sang for the old sun of the twilit wending that was to be for the company that followed

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.08.2011 @ 12:44 am

insect

Old men grow old slowly – old women never – that’s what my dad said as he pinned the bugs to the board – i looked at him in the dim l;igjht of the shed where he spent most of his time – pottering as he said – escaping more like – and I wondered who was the closer confined – the pickled bug or the desiccated old insect before me

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.07.2011 @ 6:24 am

division

The office was full of blue – coppers that is – what gives guvner says I to the boss as he sat sweating at this desk – just rolled his eyes poor old sod – couldnt help looking a the wife’s photo though – blond and lovely – just how i like em – plenty of time when the old boy was doing porridge

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.05.2011 @ 4:01 am

salt

Rimed with hoar – the tree limb runed and twisted in the currents of the ocean – moving slowly like leviathan down tides always passive but as if heartended like a breathing thing – the evocation of sailors and lonely coastal villages

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 09.02.2011 @ 1:08 pm

mist

O boy when the squirdues went over to the wopplins – all manner of durblindun came off – what shots whit wendling was wassail ! how dorbklib went the rainguns – and we all sang to the final wansul – barring all sairries

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.30.2011 @ 7:31 am

destruction

I never saw before how architectural is destruction

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.27.2011 @ 12:01 am

force

The hill was in spring plumage – early yet for the blooms but ground nesting birds were abundant – she came down from the rocks as the small party of caravans and carts swayed round the corner from the gate at the road end – this was the time to be going tot the hill she thought – this was the season for life

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.26.2011 @ 12:15 am

umbrella

Clicking – click tongue that was the old man’s speech – he tutted and then he snapped his fingers and then he drummed on the table disturbing cutlery -above all he stotted and stamped grinding the ferrule of his brolly into the sand of the terrasse – as madame glowered

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.25.2011 @ 6:31 am

silk

Redolent – that’s the word best describing my time with li -aun — redolent – I can smell the caves we stayed in as we travelled through – the bothies with wood smoke and peat – the rot stench of the jungle rising above the bamboo – dew sharp on the skin when we started out – redolent – oh yes – all my senses alert as never before seeking the golden thread – that elusive mountain pass to the old kingdom

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.24.2011 @ 12:10 am

sinking

When we arrived at the top the sun was setting – the heather was living andl ow – and the hen birds were calling across the hill – not far now grinned the bearded man – not far remained over the hills yet- and did we want to return – and what would we find?

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.22.2011 @ 1:31 pm

poison

that was such a little fish – boiling over it looked like- worth a look surely – cute little thing – who could have told – we weren’t to know without the guide book to hand – ah well we escaped this time –

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.21.2011 @ 1:22 pm

repeat

tWENTY OF THEM THERE WERE IN THE SMALL CLEFT IN THE RED ROCKS – WE HAD TRAVELLED FOUR DAYS WITH THE WATER RUNNING LOW WITH NOTHING BUT THE WIND DRIVING BEHIND US AND THE FEAR OF FAILIRE TO THE FORE – WHEN WE CAME THERE WERE FEWER THAN WE’D HTOUGHT BUT THE WORDS WERE THE SAME –

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.16.2011 @ 2:53 pm

punishment

Whoa she said as the axeman lowered – I’m due for discharge – not this time lss leered the elephantine oatfilled lunatic who passed for a headsman – O yes my friend you wanna see me split – then It won’t be by you my beauty – as the fog rolled in she was gradually disappearing before his porcine myopia – lenses my dear lenses was the last of her he heard or saw –

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.15.2011 @ 10:49 am

near

When the house went up ion flames three figures raqn away into the darkness – one had four legs and one a skirt or kilt – it was so dark that beyond the circle of flickering luight they vanished as though dropping from the earth over a precipice – very fitting as it happened because of what happened the following days

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.14.2011 @ 10:30 am

brick

any where i looked the planes were torching against the sky – wings emblazoned with tinges of the sun setting belosthe mountains – dark figures on the red walls at my back were yelling taunts as i turned the horse towards the gate and its forbidding invitation

» Posted By scotchwhiskers On 08.09.2011 @ 5:20 am

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