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Friday 26 June 2015


W ords
R un helter-skelter round my brain like eager raindrops that
I nvade the dried-up wells of subliminal id.
T hey gather, rise and overspill, subsiding as they diffuse
I n myriad rivulets across the fractured channels of reflection to
N ourish, quench and be siphoned up at last into a 
G roundburst of breathless cohesion.

© Sheila Rogers
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Wednesday 17 June 2015


Word, the first intelligible sound attached to thought;
Resonating in an empty, starry universe.
Interpretation is followed by misunderstanding.
Telling stories, tales of woe and heroism,
Invoking shared human experience and recognition,
Numinous of message and meaning; writing,
Guardian of thought energy in the quest for clarity.

© Valerie Taylor 
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Highway Code

Writing should
Really be
Immeasurably easier
Than going to work
Insofar as it does
Not involve
Getting stuck in traffic jams.

Words, though, get         
Really snarled up
In bad tempered
Tailbacks and contraflows;
Increased confabulation and
Narrowed thought become
Gridlocked in extended metaphor.

What a bore!
Pull a sickie

© Tim Scott
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Insert Yourself

Writing is predictable, or unexpected
risky or safe. But super risky writing
is the original, vulnerable work of the edges;
That’s the interaction that makes it valuable.
It says something we didn't already know;
new truth is not something we’d have
guessed, you were about to say. It surprises us.

© Sophia Roberts
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Tuesday 9 June 2015

The Map

‘Is this the way?’ I asked.

She shrugged. ‘The roads are dark.
Many a hobgoblin waits to trip you up
and wolves with hungry eyes
will search for prey.’

‘Have you a map?’

Her enigmatic smile,
‘that you must forge yourself
along the path of life.’ 

© Gill Dunstan
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Getting there

Embedded memories direct her course
from home to work to town to friends;
spot place and time
what’s where and when.
Some days, an intruder -
the feathered Image Tangler -
alights in the shadows of her
to peck, fret, fray,
before flitting with her lucid maps,
to leave her nearly-knowing.

© Helen McIntosh
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