Tag Archives: Murder

To the writer

Tell us not about your pain, nor how badly you were hurt. We do not wish to read of blame; waste not the words in fruitless work. The value to the reader,  rather, is knowing what you saw, In standing … Continue reading

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Sins of our weakness

    Should I remove the large old, oblique screwdriver from Your father’s heavy, grey toolbox – you know, the one, That Celia used to stand on in fetching up your bottle, Not so cleverly camouflaged amongst the cluttered mottle. Would … Continue reading

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