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Category Archives: Words and Curious Creations From the Troposphere.
Rebarkable Paws for Torte
Scarried Highs
Stones Unlikely fingers drum a borrowed Select storm, as limber limbs prickle; The mouth, a cold purse upon it, …
Sick Tundra Head
As of today I have 600 people following me. Popping out to the off licence I can’t move for the …
Ode to Drink
Last Orders, Please. The kidneys, hunkered within lie slumped over one another, all ‘Woe is me’, arching their …
Happy Screw Fears 2022!
Dance to this! Esme sending love to one and all Xx
Bookage
I’m back on the big screen — does her finest Norma Desmond. Whilst on my Moby (he’s very accommodating like …
Orft Line
Or rather minus a computer, (for a short while hopefully) and for a variety of solid gold reasons Esme cannot …
The Am
The Am I Am. Am is I. All I shall ever know is Am; Before Am is a mirage dependent …
Let There Be Bright!
Wool that is. More crocheting wares. It’s a festival hat or a hat for a very important visitor. The very …
The Howling
The Howling l Scattered scraps of stories Tinted tithes of tales, Half-formed paper lives, Fiction flights and flails. …
air and light and time and space
This poem makes me laugh, he was bob on, oh to escape the procrastinator, but it is also true as …
Nimble Fingers
Perhaps not nimble, but certainly fingers rather than claws or potatoes. Along with the concentrated editing going on, I’ve been …
Rewenge
The Cloud Speaks On the Subject of Revenge Revenge is a relentless drama, greedy by nature. Watch it at work, …
rEVolTinG
I shall revolt tomorrow. Today I softly seethe. Tuesday is earmarked For a raft of eye rolls. Midweek an exhibition …
‘Ow Much?!
Time Was (Circa the Span of a Century) Posh coffee for a fiver? Time was you could score a bag …
Esme's Cloud 
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