The Barber Shop
The Barber Shop THEBARBERSHOP Just a quiet time — that’s what I keep telling myself. Looking out onto the high street, I’m struck by how many hairless scalps there are. Why? Why do they do it? Or the other extreme…
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We Never Saw The Dangers
We Never Saw the Dangers – Lillian Bradbury We Never Saw The Dangers we never saw the dangers at the local corner shop Sherbet lemons, treacle toffee and scrumptious lollipops. Barley sugars, tangy chews, liquorice fantastic – Now pearly whites…
Broken
Broken – A Domestic Curse BROKEN A Domestic Curse ⌘ Aunt Flora left the Missus an old Egyptian vase. It was passed through generations and used to be her ma’s. I never really liked it — it was ugly, green,…
Low Tide
Low Tide – Susurrus Susurrus Low Tide Low Tide Low tide has always called to me. It has been my friend and my salvation, since a babe in arms when I was carried by my guardian down the cobbles and…
Impact
IMPACT – Susurrus IMPACT The following is based on interpretations of facts. His impact gave us life. He is The Greatest of Teachers. Our Protector. But he demands obedience. The Number Three, is ruled by him. Being an auspicious number…
The Sea
The Sea by Lillian It rages. It feeds. It produces life. It can be gracious or hostile. Only I will decide. My union with the Earth is non-negotiable. I dictate the balance. For over thirteen billion years, I have given…
The Changing Sky
By Lillian Bradbury We are given life, we survive, we are protected.A region of gasses and vapours enclosedYet moving freely around our earthThey show a celestial sphere of bodies, luminous in the night sky. A waxing moon reveals the outline…
Spring Time
By Lillian Bradbury Nest building, cooing and couples a-wooingThe sound of a cuckoo somewhere.The vernal compulsions of buds through expulsionsBrings sweetness and life to the air. The first point of Aries when regrowth, it variesAs nature ascends from the earthSurging…
The Ground
By Lillian Bradbury Upon earth’s mantle we take different pathsSome travel across deserts scorched with droughtOr moraine climes where rocks and crags litterOthers cross terrains of wilderness, volcanic matter and ash. Striatal layers of minerals are laid down.Marble and gemstones,…
The Rainbow Garden
By Lillian Bradbury I remember the first time I saw you. A small gnome-like figure, squatting on your haunches inspecting a laurel bush. The leaves were mottled with earthy brown patches, and you brought the young tender branches nearer, almost…