Monday, 13 January 2020

A Black wing casts a shadow in the storm. A voice upon the sand.

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The wind pushes through the trees of the coppice wood, the spirits of place eagerly diving for cover to escape the coming sto...
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Thursday, 20 June 2019

From Regret and Sorrow, to the Clan of the Black wing.

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 Midsummer's eve and the green is fit to burst, this year a hairs breath twixt fruitfulness and failure, we await the roll of that p...
Sunday, 2 December 2018

New beginnings,bitter fruit and the arrival.

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A bitter wind from the east blows memory out from the gathering dust, turning and dancing in the mind of this hapless fool, awakenings, r...
Thursday, 9 August 2018

It takes time to heal, the inedible nature of books.

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 It's been a long while, since this one has sat before this machine in vain attempt to conjure words from within an addled brain ...
Thursday, 22 December 2016

The Desert rose blooms from lost seeds of hope.

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I watched, as one by one the grains of sand fell through the glass of time. I heard them fall, each one a hope, each one turning to dus...
Tuesday, 4 October 2016

A wealthy man, The bones of Kvasir and the Wyrm's treasure.

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Tony Macleod Bright autumn sun, calls forth the coming of winter. The cooling wind arrives upon the wings of geese, drawing warmth...
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Wednesday, 31 August 2016

A broken man, a rat beneath the table and a sword red with blood.

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I remain a broken man, Torn into pieces by the winds of circumstance. Alike to the old one, a sacrifice, broken upon that wheel o...
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