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Wordsmith's Notebook

Monthly Archives: October 2017

She made her way toward the line The place the bridge gave cover Where in the depths the people cried Each wishing for their Mother Above the ground the siren whined She thought just of her lover She stopped to hear the silent sign London hit by another Right then she fell unto the ground A lightening strike so quick Unable to tell up from down Beside her a blood soaked brick She prayed hard… Read More

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    As I sit here, at my desk in my little country cottage in Suffolk, I am thinking about how to convey a self-profile of me as a writer, to my course tutor; someone I have never met and know almost nothing about.  I am studying for a Diploma in Creative Writing.  What would make her feel connected to my writing, I wonder?  Beside me, curled up on the floor, one… Read More