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Fruit tree newsletter - into Autumn After a warm September the weather is taking on a Autumnal feel and nearly all of us have experienced some rain recently.  The leaves of some older trees are starting to turn colour. The trees on the Nursery have continued to grow through September,  particularly the Apples & Pears. This has been ...

Nobody's slave! If I work for anybody, myself, it's because my hearts in it, fully and I am committed to the craft, project, or person.

Succsessional Steps Feline sits, in succsessional stance,as yet, prays, not too overtly.Step by step, surelyfor he is schooled.Forms, ascent;observancesmeditation,practice,daily.Door,shegazes.The way ofenlightenmentth…

A Global Divergent Literary Collective – ‘ The Bellowing Arbour ‘ – Jonathan O’Farrell How much power do you need, to take from us? Have we not heard already years, half asleep, just awake, degraded humanity, to hear? Enough perhaps, to hear the obvious, our arms swirling. Perhap…

Rock, Paper, Scissors . . . Fire! Manuscript: 11,000 words, 99 pages, 68 original pieces of writing . A little W.B. Years and Hafiz.

Update on the Sudden Denouement Short Story Contest   We have had a lot of inquiries about the Sudden Denouement Short Story Contest. We received 129 submissions to the contest from all over the globe and the editors recently completed their f…

‘The Egtved Girl’ by Tim Miller ‘ The Egtved Girl ‘ by Tim Miller. Recited from his book ‘ Bone, Antler, Stone ‘. 2 minutes recital

Innaugral podcast on my misterkaki-writer Substack website. 'The Nature of Challenge and the Challenge of Nature'

Pilgrims Decade - the nature of challenge and the challenge of nature Listen now (2 min) | For some additional insights into my forthcoming book 'Pilgrim.Decade - the dead reckoning’ see: misterkaki on WordPress misterkaki.blog

Let This Be Our Byre – Jonathan O’Farrell   Not to remain in any shape, removing the real flesh, body, actuality of the warmth of my exhaled breath. Seeing to it that I cannot and will not now be confined to a box within another& #8217…

Sunday Best: Your Smile Our Free Thought Thursday writing prompt this week was Your Smile. Every week we will share the top three responses to our prompt; taken from WordPress and Facebook. Enjoy! Your Smile – L. E…

The Queen Breathes Your calls entrance me into that lull, in the inky lurid blackness. When it is all night, nothing but night. You are pulling up a satin sheet; inhaling pure starlight to sigh it out over that chosen dewfield of your body. Secretly lustful incantations

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Let This Be Our Byre Phoenix Not to remain in any shape, removing the real flesh, body, actuality of the warmth of my exhaled breath. Seeing to it that I cannot and will not now be confined to a box within another's life like, let me see - a fondly remembered dead pet. As you took

Pilgrim Decades – the dead reckoning ( extract – somewhere towards the end, yet to be divined ) A little island, of isolated dialogue, washed by deeper current that flow over much. It was a place of deep gullies, isolated shade where he toiled now, but in all of this heat, there was a whole i…

Pilgrims Decade – the dead reckoning – dreaming up characters Assimilation of a new character: “Prisoner of Consciousness from a dream, 19/11/2018 The man in the dream may be described as a prisoner of conscious. He had a successful life, but also stoo…

Saturday Best: Wicked Our Free Thought Thursday writing prompt this week was Wicked. Every week we will share the top three responses to our prompt; taken from WordPress and Facebook. Enjoy! Wicked – Joann Cohen …

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The Volunteer There is no need but your own. All of you do not need to be here, except that you were bidden hence on propriety goodwill. A worthiness of bidding, but still, own you, your part, in this and ask always, good questions. Reward me, in advance,

Streams of Consciousness- Jonathan O’Farrell   In a rain soaked field where waters meet earth, meet the hand of man a ‘Golden Flower’ holds court and asks only, for my observance. I bow my head to it and the mists immemorial …

The Pilgrim Decade
- the dead reckonings

Chapter: Santa Luzia, The First Coming ( extract )

Then what there was of the low new moon was snuffed out suddenly, followed by many of the stars as an inky black veil was drawn up and up.
A deep roar, a bone vibration came from that place where the sea had been, shelving chasm. They heard it, they felt it, neck hair stood erect, stiffened. The stars were not with them that night, they held each other tight, face to face. Fourteen metres, that wall of water, face to face with each other and the end of their souls glorious learning - this time, was ended for them. Without resistance they become one with the island and it's ancient rocks that had seen so much. The wave outstretched it's violent hand three hundred metres inland, some places more. The arching swathe, a deluge scouring of ash and rock, all carried before or within..

The sea eagles returned some six hours later just past noon. The ancient volcano top nests, spared, but one on the slope of an apposing valley gone. These havens surrounded by a new chaotic timeline of fishmeal, slurry and a few other choice flesh, turtle etc. But it was like no other timeline ever seen before. In time all was made clean, the land, the sea, the bones under the sun, that shone again. The sea eagles has new material, animal and the remaining sea garbage with which to reinforce their redoubts.

Like the realisations of a heart from which their has been exile, some arrive on a long wave, others are manifest with force, far more quickly, but with no less power and impact, thus it is.

Mindelo, Sao Vicente, Cabo Verde,
19/10/2018

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Paris is for lovers There are many kinds of travelers one who promotes the art of transience with ejubulent smiling photos atop picturesque vitas, repleat with apeing friends sleeps undisturbed by change, in the marve…

Now Available: Nicole Lyons’ Blossom and Bone Sudden Denouement Publishing is thrilled to announce that Nicole Lyons stunning third book of poetry, Blossom and Bone, has been officially released. Praise for Blossom and Bone: “A beautifully cra…

The Ex*****on of Leon d’Oro- Grippo- Jonathan O’Farrell Somehow, knowingly, he had saved the last little remnant. Somewhat dried six and a half month old toothpaste, for the morning. In waiting, the end of the tube, or the end of his world, he could n…

Turtles All The Way Down – I Ward Clever Reblogged on WordPress.com

Coming Soon from Sudden Denouement Publishing- Pantheon by Eric Syrdal “I won’t spoil the brilliant conclusion of this novel, suffice to say, if it is your desire to read something astoundingly original, from a writer who is not only a truly breathtaking author, deft …