Tag Archives: Action

long knives

Posted on August 1, 2018 by Lindsay Craik

  olive oil rusts my white bone in cold winter sun like a matchbox spark on a night without moonlight northern presence shows in romantic form as crickets sing a background disharmony waiting, waiting, for the start off all in … Continue reading →

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Going with the tide

Posted on June 18, 2018 by Lindsay Craik

  the Clwyd hills beckon on the horizon from the Dee the birdsong heralds the turning of the tide as we slip into darkness giving the Judas kiss to Cunedda to take Deva in his wake    

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following the dream

Posted on June 12, 2018 by Lindsay Craik

watching you closely, seeing you staring into your pages of distraction; head not lifting until your stop. I wait and dream; what could be. rising together, approaching the door; a momentary glance passes between us. you smile nervously, enveloped by … Continue reading →

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You Light my fire

Posted on April 10, 2018 by Lindsay Craik

  Fire!    Fire! My head screams and screams Nothing happens No rescue team comes to my aid Thinking quickly       Fire!      Fire! My head screams again Still no one comes Something is wrong inside my head? Storming through the … Continue reading →

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