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Rock Piles
Sylvia Shawcross We didn’t go here before did we? Come with me now. It’s a sunny spring day. You...
A Guffaw In Need of Being
Sylvia Shawcross The rains of November are cold but the snows of November are colder. It is said that...
Paisley Tablecloths
Sylvia Shawcross In late autumn here in the Northern Hemisphere when the wind picks up it is as if...
Violins in a Musty Attic
Sylvia Shawcross There is a kind of dark twisted amusement that strikes me sometimes. I don’t know about you....
Historical Hysterical
Sylvia Shawcross Anyways…. I was thinking about history again. I’m thinking maybe “they” are right. The ones who live...
The Winter of our Dis-content
Sylvia Shawcross The Canada geese are honking now in great swathes in the sky riding currents to where the...
Are there children on this street?
Sylvia Shawcross Come with me again? Yes? It’s just down this slate-coloured street. The sun so bright in a...
Soul Muscles
Sylvia Shawcross Oh, the changing definitions of words we’re being subjected to these days. It boggles the best of...
In the lands of the Dodo bird
Sylvia Shawcross Okay. The important thing is not to panic. It’s all going to be fine. We of the...
Watermelon Watershed
Sylvia Shawcross So I’m looking at the watermelon and thinking about the world we live in. It’s one of...
The Foolish at Night
Sylvia Shawcross The foolish-hearted people exist in this world more than we really know. The foolish-hearted people do foolish-hearted...
Peacocks Paradise
Sylvia Shawcross Come with me now down this path. It is a path soft with the fallen frailties of...
A Dog’s Technology
Sylvia Shawcross We are human beings. We are brilliant, superior adaptive creatures who have roamed about the planet for...
Serf’s Up
Sylvia Shawcross Well its enough to drive you around the bend and put bubbles in your veins trying to...
Cow Flatulations & Daffodils
Sylvia Shawcross In a stream of consciousness world there are no paddles for your boat. There will come a...
Bath time for babies
Sylvia Shawcross Well it is possible to be optimistic about the future really. I know that’s a ridiculous statement...
It is always about the children
Sylvia Shawcross I hesitated to write this piece for two reasons: I’m not a member of the 2SLGBTQI* community...
No one is crowing now
Sylvia Shawcross It is the first time the crows did not come in the morning. Under the red sun...
Death by Pixels
Sylvia Shawcross I am living out my days in what once was a forested community but now a growing...
Sear the Fear
Sylvia Shawcross Waking up to the red sun in the morning when sailors take warning is a miracle nevertheless....
