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Lovingly He Held Her Head Underwater

Originally posted on J. A. Allen:
A Guest Blog?by Juliet Nubel For the last few Sunday mornings, when Jenny’s Scribble Challenge email lands in my inbox after a short flight across the Atlantic Ocean, I have opened it and laughed.…

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Oh those Summer Nights…

It’s summertime. Today is the longest day of the year. Thus the shortest night too. As I write it’s almost ten pm and the sun is just about still up, around the front of the house, donning its pyjamas, brushing … Continue reading

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The Bigger Picture

Standing on the hillside with the Sicilian sun warming our backs, I started to realise just how insignificant we all are.  Mere grains of sand on this huge beach of life. Miniscule morsels of meat with a very short sell-by … Continue reading

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Mix ‘n Match

Planes fascinate me and scare the hell out of me at the same time. I mean, honestly, who had the crazy idea of sending a ton of steel into the sky and praying that it would stay up there until … Continue reading

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Eataly

The dark, ugly, sickening feeling in my stomache this morning is only because I have to go back to work this afternoon and not due to anything strange I may have eaten while away in Sicily. Because everything we ate … Continue reading

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Holiday!

Eight full days of freedom. No alarm clock buzzing, no morning rushing, no kitchen cleaning, no supermarket shopping, no dirty clothes washing, no pot and pan scrubbing, no white shirt ironing, no bed clothes changing. No nice voice pretending, no … Continue reading

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Just one minute

Sixty seconds.  A hundred steps. That’s all it takes to remove myself from the humming modern city and walk into a minute’s worth of discovered peace. And I have an anonymous selfish git to thank for this discovery. An individual … Continue reading

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Alliteration’s all around me…

I have a particularly peculiar penchant for long lines and lists of words that weave and worm their way across the page, all of them with the same stupid sound at the start of their stem. Have you never noticed … Continue reading

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Doan haftoo if I doan wannoo!

WTH? (Hell – way more polite than its friend F). This is not some Scottish regional dialect. This sentence was my childood chant. One that, aged fifty (fifty-one, stop reminding me), I’d like to bring back into use. I chanted … Continue reading

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Rubbish!

A hundred words of absolute rubbish were sent off this morning by yours truly to a quick ‘flash card’ competition. The weird thing is that when I wrote those hundred and thirty words, then chopped them back to size, lovingly … Continue reading

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