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Sunday salon: ‘Fair Exchange’, Michele Roberts | the madwoman in the attic
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The madwoman in the attic. People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading. 8220;I’m his English reader”. Sunday salon: ‘Fair Exchange’, Michele Roberts. September 28, 2008 in discussion. OK, this is me officially getting back on track with my reviewing. I read this about a month and a half ago, and I blame it entirely for getting me hooked on French Revolution novels. Well, that and the OBCR of. The back cover says that. Poet who crosses her path. When I was about fifteen, and then. And her favo...
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footing | typingspace
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Posted by derek motion. Asymp; Leave a comment. The traffic island is more a boat. i think. My earphone slippage was a major concern. Mid passage. conclusions form in a bubble-. Of-time beyond measurement, such expansion. Everything i want. across the road my reflection. In the accountant’s frontage caught my eye –. Dismissive, fixed his hair. just get on. Before, graffiti-lite under the. Piece a variation on a theme: what were you. Else, here you are. i’d admire the. Simplicity is my enemy. words et.
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042 | typingspace
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Posted by derek motion. Asymp; Leave a comment. Is this tension i thought observing the chequered. Parrot flung over the windscreen framed by a half-. Rainbow over wagga kim broke us with an anecdote. You sighed into the pillow at least once it was. Morning in a church lana del ray left an imprint. On the rafters she’s pressed to the streets even a. Hopscotch anthem we were inimitable growing. Older every month apart the coffee shop was listing. Over the tracks like a scale model drained of interest.
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Memorials | the dolphin man
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About the dolphin man. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this. It’s as if the nightmares have unlocked the part of my brain where the other nightmares live. I thought I’d escaped. There are still there. Tonight, I am going to sleep on the beach. Maybe all the electronica by my bed is messing up my head. This entry was posted on Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 at 01:48 and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response.
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a longing for the impossible: sweet dreams on stony ground
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A longing for the impossible. A sometimes scrapbook of words, thoughts, ideas and pictures. Friday, June 21, 2013. Sweet dreams on stony ground. She gives me many things including the name of our creeping wood sorrel ( oxalis corniculata. Now I know them I feel I can visit our creeping wood sorrel and see how it is doing, how it feels each day. Congregating along the edges and breaks in our paths it acts like a reddish green cushion. It softens our environment – it hides our cracks by filling them. Plant...
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typingspace | Page 2
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Posted by derek motion. Asymp; Leave a comment. Have to be lonely. It’s not /. Forget i mentioned it. Posted by derek motion. Asymp; 1 Comment. Brad is an apprentice pilot &. The weather is perfect then. The instruments return an unusual reading. How is outback life anyway. Does distance bother you i feel like. It’s only measurement like seatbelt hacks. For the bored passenger / the transit. Experimenter derek left the conversation. Read my/his friends critically removed you. Gravity waves are bitchy roa...
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more | typingspace
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Posted by derek motion. Asymp; Leave a comment. This is my buffer of just one more day. already students have begun introducing themselves, apologising for their eager and early postings. i remember that sort of feeling. I’ve already told the story of the student looking me up online. it did teach me never to reference real things students have said. there’s professionalism at stake, sure. maybe it taught me never to reference real things that have happened at all? Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Faceb...
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journalism | typingspace
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Posted by derek motion. Asymp; Leave a comment. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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August | 2015 | typingspace
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Posted by derek motion. Asymp; Leave a comment. Posted by derek motion. Asymp; Leave a comment. My private catalogue of gestures,. Entry noted: the way your eyes. Flickered closed, accompanied by. This almost imperceptible brow. Furrowing and a head shake, right-. To-left, barely a one degree rotation. It’s a physical symptom of trying. To find the right words, maybe. To rephrase something just said, to. Recalibrate a position. was there. A slight blush of colour to the cheeks /. One moment caught amongst.
