Monthly Archives: January 2017

Practice

It’s almost as though I know that I have to practice to improve, that practice acts as oil in a well-worn machine though the machine needs to work, to start with a chug of choppy movements and screeching sounds, before … Continue reading

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Waterhalt

  The laughter was contagious, spreading hysterics, laughter flowing, like a bubbling, babbling brook, sounds of mirth filling the air, flowing towards and into a raucous, rapid filled chaos, churning, choking, falling over and into, a jagged, rocky fall. This … Continue reading

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Fog

It’s gone. I’ve changed. I’m no longer carefree; I’ve lost my desire, and apathy clouds my brain. I remember. I feel as if it’s gone, that talent, that love of words and rhythm. I find that I mourn the loss … Continue reading

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