Sometimes I’m told I see the world in a strange and detailed way. I like to think that’s true. It’s often distracting from reality which is way over-rated. It is the detail that more often brings joy and that’s really what I seek whether in words or photographs of ordinary life or the occasional art I do. Que serra, that’s just me.
Anne van Alkemade hosts **Phoenix Appeal**, Flash Fiction, Riginals and Snail Mail and is a member of A T-Shirt Revolution and Art and Stories Made For Children.
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So she waits forever more / under the loquat tree.
They say you’d never / ever make it through / so tell me, girl, / Would you do it for love?
the sex wasn’t so bad … she even enjoyed it sometimes after he’d gone to sleep.
Perhaps a mischievous wraith / is giving its joists a jolly good tickle!
Down beside the old Teddy Bear Tree / if you look very closely you might see …
“I do get great satisfaction seeing people run like the clappers. I find it somewhat disconcerting though if they have a heart attack and keel over and die …”