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Two Poems of DrowningI write to be obscure(d).
The depths will catch me like a web,
like your depths, out of reach,
while our fingers like weed in a stream
reach with the current,
flowing north when we should point south.
Even the crispest, clearest of days
will not awaken you.
Autumn sun through autumn leaves
will not reach us all.

What words could reach you?
An embryo settled in silt,
your womb-bed a winter lake,
unconscious as glacial drift.
Your womb-mates are fish.
Stygian things, eyes like stones,
mouths open in soft surprise
at what sank in their realm.
The solitude of death must be beyond compare,
all ruin at an end, all ruin beginning,

Nano 2012 - Day 045.
Later, Judith lies in her bed under the bedspread that she sewed from scraps found in multiple scavenging trips. One of the strange, wonderful things about the location that she chose to live in is the tip just a few miles away and the bounty that can be found there. She has learnt just how hard it is for fabric to biodegrade in anaerobic conditions. She has gathered whole outfits for herself and Leah from that place, that required only a little mending or patching to make them usable.
The bedspread is soft and many-coloured, many-patterned and ever changing. When a hole appears, she covers it with another patch. In this way it has evolved through her life. Once it covered her and John together, before John went away. When Leah was small and needed the protection of her mother at night it covered her large body and Leah's tiny one. It held warm air beneath it and her breath mingled with Leah's, and she felt safe.
It is hot in her room tonight after the sun has been baking down all d

Nano 2012 - Day 03When she gets home the raspberries are still out as an offering to the sun. It seems a shame to have the life shrivelled out of them like that. Leah reaches through and picks up one – just one – from the line of fruit. Then she feels guilty at the disturbance, at the gap in her mother's order. She goes to the bushes and picks a single raspberry and replaces it – but it looks different, and she knows that her mother will know.
She puts her bag down on the grass and goes over to the raspberry canes and crouches there, picking fruit after fruit off their white anchors and pushing them between her lips. She is hungry and thirsty after being out in the woods, and the raspberries sate both needs, at least for a while. But her mother will see the pink on her lips and fingers. Maybe guilt is part of being alive.
She sucks the sharp juice taste from her fingers and examines the tips. Still pink, but not so pink. They look unnaturally clean, behind that clean-pink stain. Her ha

Nano 2012 - Day 023.
What a small and tatty place the village seems. It's a nowhere place, a little scar in the hills. But it's somewhere to start – or restart, he supposes. It's been five years and six months since he gave up on this little place and went to see what the city could offer him. But Bestingham was like a zombie town, full of the dregs and people who didn't care. He walked in there and stared at the tired buildings and spreading weeds, and was amazed that no one bothered. He set up home and tried to make them listen, tried to make them pull themselves together. But no one would. It will be easier in a place like this. People know him here. People respect him.
Pah. He thinks of Edison, the big black man that lorded it over that place in Bestingham, thinking he could be in charge. How everyone listened to Edison and didn't have have the nous to turn around and listen to him instead. His ideas were better. More forward looking. He could have turned them all back to electricity an

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Rails leading from Hull's decaying immigration docks, collapsing into the river.

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~samtheartman Nov 9, 2012 Student Photographer

love the abandoned scene in hull its great, come across myself loads of amazing stuff

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=Aconitum-Napellus Dec 8, 2012 Professional Writer

Thanks

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*Denneris Nov 1, 2009

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=Aconitum-Napellus Nov 1, 2009 Professional Writer

Thank you very much

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~Archannus Oct 24, 2009

The eloquence of decay...

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=Aconitum-Napellus Oct 24, 2009 Professional Writer

Indeed

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~awjay Oct 22, 2009

superb..

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=Aconitum-Napellus Oct 24, 2009 Professional Writer

Thank you

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~awjay Oct 24, 2009

welcome

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