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The sayings of Dora, my great nan, widow of a #Seaforthhighlander #wewillrememberthem wonder if any of these come from the trenches #WW1
This a quick post, as I need to get ready for the Remembrance Day parade in Codnor, where we remember the first soldier in the village to die in WW1. You can find out more about the soldiers that died in … Continue reading
Another found poem – from 2003 – The Allotment #poetry #amwriting #olderpeople
I have just found this on my computer and I like it. I’m not terribly confident with my poetry, but I like elements of it. The Allotment It reeks of weed killer and tweed. There is no shed, and yet … Continue reading
Make Sure You Have One – a short story
I have blogged this before, but I have just noticed a glaring error on my introduction so I am blogging it again! International copyright remains with the individual author, ie Becky Deans and any similarities to any people or organisations … Continue reading
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Chapter One of Simon Says: Perfect Prison
Simon says Chapter 1: Perfect Prison Who knows how she got to that moment? Banging on the kitchen door, demanding to be let out. She was cooking a pasta bake, pasta steaming away, needed a tissue, and she … Continue reading
Titles for Novels
I am indulging myself here, blogging while fulfilling my son’s breakfast order. But it has suddenly struck me that I have four working titles for books: Simon Says; Learning to Growl: the Truth about Sax and Gender; The Legacy of … Continue reading
Chapter Two
I’m so excited. I’ve just found Chapter Two of a novel that I am having real trouble writing. I didn’t even realise I’d managed Chapter Two. It needs some work, but would you like me to write some more? Chapter … Continue reading
Twelve weeks to stop the diggers
Twelve weeks to stop the diggers We are but Common people. You can see the furrows in our brows. We only want to protect what is ours And has been ours for centuries. We only want to revel in what … Continue reading
Place You
Here’s a poem that I just wrote. (C) Becky Deans 2014 Place You Let me run my finger tips Down your Roman road Lay my hands on Your ironworks. Feel your daisies prick The back of my head. Celebrate Every … Continue reading
Pantry
I can’t remember when I wrote this, but it’s from around 1998. Pantry Brick-red eggs stand in line On grey crown cups. Earthenware pots glare outwards. Boxes nestle Cardboard on cardboard. Spoons lie icy. Our faces distort In the harsh … Continue reading
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