Dozens appeared in our lawn this week. Never seen
before but apparently harmless, for all their ‘alien invasion’ characteristics.
And I’ve discovered a new writer too – Benjamin Myers – who beautifully and poetically writes tales
of gruesome, stomach churning events within a rural landscape. None of the
coming week’s words appear to offer the opportunities for bloodshed that
‘butcher’ did, yet I am sure each of you
will bring your own brand of poetic queasiness to bear. And thank you for it.
And
despite my ever-present gratitude to Antonia
and Patricia for their stalwart and ever-entertaining attendance here, I nominate Bill’s last-arriving ‘Dockside’ for the
number one spot this week.
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