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    The Paper Streets of Bittersmith-on-Sea

    We created an imaginary town  so we could drape our bodies  over sky furniture    Wed into badly drawn chapel  we spoke in ghost as ectoplasm spears,  stitched haunted mist    to cold lips of yesterday    River libraries flowed requiescat verse  into the shopping centre hospital;  intensive care was just...

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    • Once I read sky furniture I knew this was going to be a unique read with
      lots of imagination.
      Then river libraries flowed.
      Just wow. I loved where this took me.

    • The last two lines are epic. It’s a creative write throughout, yes, and the ending sends it higher. What a strong wording, thick with the weight of thought. It’s what makes us better readers, when taking on such things as this. No fluffy bunnies. Bears and wolves with a pen.

      • Think this needs some re-working to be candid Mark, but such compliments from writers (and people) like your good selves, somehow make it worthwhile.

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    LEAVES

    LEAVESI remember an autumn whenI was maybe six years old. We livedin a house with a large tree in thebackyard that shed it's large leaves.Mom was on a break from my step-father and living with a nice man in...

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    • The moments like this are like balloons in the heart. Beautifully buoyant. This is what life should look like as a child…

    • I really am touched by this, probably because your childhood sounds a bit like my own. How marvelous it would be if we could all be born into solid, loving families, but alas–not in this world does it happen. Still, despite the lousy hand that life often deals, beautiful flowers may bloom from the poorest soil. I played in leaves, too… and mud puddles.

    • It’s a heart tugging piece, the harsh realities of the world where adults strip away the innocence of the young.
      Thank you for sharing.

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