The Joy of DirtMud and glud and silt and sturridge,The Joy of Dirt
ballast, billage, gunk and fime,
clunch and slip, and loam and java,
humus, subsoil, fleck and grime.
Muck and slush and fulge and morass
clay,clod, sediment and mire,
boglends, glop and ooze and compost
'smirchment, mucilage and byre!
Tabitha: The PrequelIt was love at first sight. Tabitha can't remember how old she was when she first met a frog, but she can remember the feeling of absolute joy. The pocked green skin, the wide black eyes blinking up at her, the splayed out delicate little toes. Tabitha likes toes. She looks down at her own feet, wriggling happily and nakedly against the grass, like clinically obese earthworms, and smiles. Frogs.Tabitha: The Prequel
Tabitha is so intent on her bufotenine reverie that she almost fails to notice the small brown bird perched on the window ledge beside her, and it is some way through it's fervent serenade before she realises that the little avian i
Down among the daisiesDown among the daisies, on a sunny day I fell in love with summertime while watching petals sway The sky was blue and cloudless, the grass was soft and green, and the daisies came and took me into a daisy dream. a sprinkling of pollen dust and much to my surprise, I could look up at the daisies, for i was fairy-sized. I danced beneath the flowers, all of two inches high, I stalked a pride of dandelions, and caught one by and by.Down among the daisies
Down among the daisies, dreaming in the sun, My lover came and woke me, when the light was gone. I told him what i dreamed of, he laughed and said 'ho
The RiverThe RiverThe River
There's no water flowing in the river any more. They say the weather dried it all out, but I think it's for a different reason. It’s because he doesn’t come here now. This was our place.
He wasn't exactly the boy next door, but it was a small town. It was amazing we didn't know each other well, living in such close proximity, but he was a dreamer, and so was I. Until the day we met down by the river, all I knew about him was his name.
It had been a bad day. I'd had a huge row with my parents and I had run out of the house in tears, not even bothering to pick up a key to let myself back in. I
Tall or I am such a shortyYOUR So Tall I wonder how, if I could, Kiss you would i s-t-r-e-t-c-h up on my tip toes to pull at you Bouncing up for a quick peck would I start a collection of Heels to bring me closer to your face A box may work but how would I carry it all day, or can you kiss me only when we're seated turned toward one another for easy access or would youTall or I am such a shorty
bend and swoop to kiss me quick. an extended press may cause a crick in your back and a twinge in my neck, or As I wish and more so prefer
would you sweep me into your arms and pull me close and UP
With Flowers
Ladies RoomMayfliesMayfliesMayflies
When I was five, one of my classmates died. She had been hit by a car, and for some reason, she was the one out of a billion whose regeneration implant failed to function, so she died. When we all heard of this, nobody cried. We all knew it could not be happening. She had lived barely five years, barely an instant. She was supposed to live forever. We were all supposed to live forever. Death had been destroyed. We couldn’t mourn her because it was impossible for anyone to die. We all had to go to her funeral. &
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