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Masquerade

There you are, standing in your own doorway, barefoot and bereft of hat, crow-black hair shaved close to olive skin – this is the real you, a velvet vision, someone for me to remember when the mask goes on. Even … Continue reading

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Writing In The Space Between Now And Then

“┬áBy writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.” – Walt Whitman Thunder is rumbling just above me in the now darkened sky as I sit in the jewel-like parklet not far from where I live. The … Continue reading

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No Recipe

There is no recipe when walking down a dusty road along the Rio Cuale, looking up and seeing both an orange plastic pumpkin and a jolly red Santa figure side by side on a rooftop. They were a colourful reminder … Continue reading

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