Giuseppe Gillespie
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You are playing a challenging and unforgiving game. You will not be led by the hand. Respect the woods. Be patient. Focus.
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It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea…
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The Carnival Boxes and boxes of dumbly stacked hammers, striking hardware shelves in heavily-cleft stammers. That which builds by force also destroys much the same…
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An excerpt from The Writer’s Hook, a short story Two world-renowned writers are pitted against one another in a simple contest of pride…
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Be wary all ye who enter here, for a cheesy ghost story awaits on the lonesome sea…
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“Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy I’ve come home, sprink-oah-hahoahl! Let me in a your ice-cream cone.” I like to imagine she’s just so excited for ice cream as she’s spinning around that field… Song: Wuthering Heights – Kate Bush
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One more for the road. Nobody enjoys the end of a spent good time. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021 This will probably be the end of my Haiku spree over the past few months, for the time being at least. I’m going to be focusing more on stories, services, and other bits and bobs in
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Iām not an addict for making Haiku, can quit anytime I want. Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021 Oh who am I kidding, I’m hooked! Happy holidays! ššš
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Trinkets and baubles and pudding-stuffed dawdles, The hectic holiday season dawns upon us…
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Addictive wordplay, Scarce dotted tees and crossed eyes, Spelt rightly wrongly. Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021
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