Louey

Louey and I go way back. I’ve lost count of the years he’s been there waiting patiently in the shallows each time I come back to Edithburgh. Sometime he’s sitting high and dry on the low tide sandy bay. Sometimes he’s rocking gently to and fro. And sometime, as I imagine him to night, he’s […]

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Stony Dreams

Indistinct shapes move among indistinct forms. The large forms wobble, snap back; wobble, snap back; wobble, snap back. As if they are trying to escape some invisible force holding them in place. They have been trying a very, very long time. The smaller forms wobble, drift; wobble, drift; wobble, drift. The force that brings them […]

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