When whole they are inviting. The swift swing and crack as I lay in. Aim true and fix eyes. That focus, the will, the hit and then what? Unknown. It could go well; a satisfying slide through, like spade in soil, a break in traffic carrying me through.  A knot couldn’t care less for me, sending the head bouncing as if I’d put […]

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Down the side route and across the tracks. Over the wall and under the barbed wire. I could have gone in the regular entrance. So I’m in and it feels great. I feel like a poacher, slipping in through the back door, quietly laying my snares and heading off again. Instantly my eye is drawn […]

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