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Fionnlach

Madeline stops dead in her tracks when she opens the door. The man in the doorway is tall, strong-built, with wire-rim glasses and a shaved head. He carries a case…

Allow Me

Allow me to be quite blunt, and please forgive my language. mevanoff, either sober up and dry out or shut up. Do you even realise how sad it is that…

Still Learning

It’s important to keep learning things. Whether those things are new routines or sub-routines, or new choreography, or reading new books, I don’t think it’s the *what* that matters. I…

The Mission

I like to learn things about the place I’m in when I’m travelling. I like to learn a little about its history, its culture. I like to mix business with…

Conflict

When faced with the decision “Do I delete this comment because it’s meaningless”? I always choose not to do so. The only comments I ever delete are ones I don’t…

Method of Loci

for Marie Your name floats, fades. Not actually you just the you I see in bits and bytes Your name, hovering, bifurcated. You are in parts. Crisp sheets, bone white,…

40 x 40

I have begin my “40 by 40″ challenge. I’ve decided to write (and send by post) 40 letters; one to each of 40 individuals who email me and ask for…

That’s a Moray

It’s like the Monterey Bay Aquarium people knew I was coming. And that the sight of my intoxicating love globes would send the octopus into paroxysms of madness. Lovecraft had…

Going Around with Girls

People always ask me, “what do you believe in?” Actually, they don’t. Not always. Sometimes, people ask me, “what do you believe in?” Or, if they’re persnickety about dangling participles,…

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