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Little boxes

Posted on August 27, 2012 by Bree

Little boxes, little boxes white and pretty carefully filled with delicacies readied for market Little boxes, little boxes Little boxes, little boxes all loaded up into three cartons cartons loaded into the shop van Little boxes, little boxes Little … Continue reading →

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Rant on the virtues of a life spent out of sunlight

Posted on July 27, 2012 by Bree

She stares in silence at the grubby dun walls of the basement prison, thoughts meandering over how it all went wrong. Once her light bounced off all available surfaces, refracting, bounding, violent beauty. Untempered wildness now muddily absorbed, ignored. She … Continue reading →

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Joy in ruin

Posted on June 12, 2012 by Bree

Flashes of thought and random tangents seem to be my artistic expression. Let it out quick before it gets thought about. Never let the brain stop and analyse too hard. Destruction is the most beautiful force. Perfection in a way that … Continue reading →

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Terror lives in a tiny closet (a.k.a. Resignation Breeds Contempt)

Posted on May 31, 2012 by Bree

A dense little story about the closet monster. He also appears in an earlier poem. My not so little monster. My enemy, my foe. He doesn’t live with me anymore. Which is nice. Bedroom walls dressed in scarlet and tangelo … Continue reading →

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A solitary sock (based on a true story)

Posted on May 28, 2012 by Bree

Whilst reorganising my sock drawer yesterday I came to the stark realisation that calamity had struck. My sock was missing. Of course, it was not just any sock, but half of the perfect pair. So I checked again. Pair, pair, … Continue reading →