On Coalbank road there is a bend of listless navigation and beside that bend there is a stump. Be it a marker or simple piece of passing scenery, this stump has become indelible to the bend of Coalbank road, existing as the setting sun that lives within an amber skyline. The dirt road of this … Continue reading To Fish in a Waterless Creek with a non-existent Rod
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Good Weather For Digging
A grey day, Grey in two states. Moods of the overcast stillness, that often ebbs into a clouded sunday, leaves a brooding wind to make the summer temperature all the more noticeable. This greyness is passing, it holds you to bed for that extra hour, it makes distance just slightly further away and the effort … Continue reading Good Weather For Digging
Book By The Old Oak
There’s a tiny story behind every happenstance. A book, diminutive in size, lays open upon the grass in the shade of an oak tree, its pages slowly beginning ruffled by a soft wind drifting past. The pages turn with a flick, then lingering as if held in place by a dreaming reader skimming over a disinteresting … Continue reading Book By The Old Oak
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