Tag Archives: 3WW

I could definitely like that cutie

Posted on March 3, 2017 by James Steerforth

“Hey!” A short-haired blonde with freckles and a turned-up nose had come to a stop to let her Labrador or whatever that big black thing was take a dump at my entrance. “Yes?” “Better clean that up!” A mischievous nod … Continue reading →

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Out harrowing

Posted on January 14, 2016 by James Steerforth

I’d been out harrowing since early morning and was happy to see Maisie walking up, carrying a basket. A break was most welcome. I parked the tractor at the edge of the field and climbed down. “Am I happy to … Continue reading →

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Nostalgia

Posted on December 12, 2015 by James Steerforth

Life was so resonant in the Obituary Age at Mount Placid… – James Steerforth (© 2015) Three words – obituary, placid, resonant – from 3WW integrated in a piece of nostalgia that is as fake as nostalgia usually is and … Continue reading →

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Scathing prediction

Posted on December 2, 2015 by James Steerforth

“You want to become a photographer of nudes? – With your makeshift equipment and lackadaisical attitude you’ll never get anywhere, I can promise you that.” Said my uncle Said to me when I was sixteen but already more than sure … Continue reading →

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Having only one shirt with me would pose a problem

Posted on October 7, 2015 by James Steerforth

There I was among high-powered officials, in Paris no less, and with a three-day program of meetings, gatherings, ceremonies and what not! This evening included listening to Charles de Gaulle’s piano recordings we were to absorb from oblong recording media … Continue reading →

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When shall we three meet again?

Posted on September 9, 2015 by James Steerforth

When shall we three meet again? (William Shakespeare, Macbeth) Said Fatal: “Never!” Said Glimmer: “There’s always a glimmer of hope!” Said Impartial: “Whom can we get to vote on this?” – James Steerforth (© 2015) Written around fatal, glimmer and … Continue reading →

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And still bouncing …

Posted on September 2, 2015 by James Steerforth

Marie-Claire found the bouncing of Monsieur La Clampe on the elastic deeply amusing. The most satisfactory part of it was that it looked like there would be no end to it – the amplitude of the up-and-down movement did not … Continue reading →

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A mill of particulars

Posted on November 5, 2013 by James Steerforth

From my diary Green, crumbly dog turds in the entrance to no. 42. Noticed during this morning’s walk and stuck in my mind for some reason. Puddles from last night’s rain. (Wrote “puggles” originally, which seems like something out of … Continue reading →

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Fair Emily speaks her mind

Posted on September 25, 2013 by James Steerforth

Oh Emily, I’d love to be Down by the sea with you Having tea with you – John Cale, Emily “I must admit I am a little confused, Edward.” “Confused?” “Yes. In your previous correspondence you called me your earthy … Continue reading →

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Joseph and Jeremy Saltash, Undertakers

Posted on September 14, 2013 by James Steerforth

“Another blunder on your long list, Jeremy …” He cringed, as usual. A pitiful picture – a sixty-something-year-old man with a look of utter despondence. And oh so incredibly incompetent. I sighed. “But, as you know, I will not let … Continue reading →

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Going gently

Posted on January 31, 2013 by James Steerforth

Despite its drab, dusty appearance, the tendrils of this big plant in the middle of the forest pulsated invitingly, drawing me into its center. Where I am now, waiting to be digested. Thank God I had with me my Android … Continue reading →

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A wreck in Pallava Bay

Posted on January 27, 2012 by James Steerforth

Just like a raven at the sight of a roadkill, Danujan instantly thought of the loot he might possibly get from the wreck. Try as he might, though, he could not enter without tools. He had to act fast before … Continue reading →

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What to do with this pale pink mimosa

Posted on December 7, 2011 by James Steerforth

Don’t flag her down – she might just – no, she certainly will! – wilt and turn completely passive. – James Steerforth (© 2011) Written for 3WW using flag, might and passive, giving certain painfully sensitive people an Emily Dickinsonesque … Continue reading →

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Apocalypse now

Posted on October 20, 2011 by James Steerforth

Nucleic breach of love for mankind – only embers left, not even a tentative ray of hope. – James Steerforth (© 2011) Written around breach, ember and tentative from 3WW.

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At home in the clouds

Posted on September 1, 2011 by James Steerforth

Why mumble to myself of all persons – to the one that can take the truth first-hand? I’ve been dragging on the pipe of self-indulgence, taking great pains to penetrate shallow layers. – James Steerforth (© 2011) Written around drag, … Continue reading →

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Mona Lisa smiles, Jessica grins

Posted on May 25, 2011 by James Steerforth

Jessica’s grin, while being more wide than sublime, is still quite enigmatic, as it won’t let on by what it is provoked. Somebody may be talking about the latest epidemic or a death in the family – Jessica puts on … Continue reading →

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My fun times with Gloria

Posted on April 27, 2011 by James Steerforth

“Take me to the station. Right now!” “But all I said was …” “Take me to the station. It was foolish of me to assume you might be different.” “Gloria, all I said was …” “Lord have mercy on me. … Continue reading →

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The wedding

Posted on February 2, 2011 by James Steerforth

Melanie and Joe had lived together for five years, then tied the knot last summer in a lavish wedding with loads of friends and no cost spared. And now, not even half a year later, they were separated, living in … Continue reading →

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Beauty lies in the name of the …

Posted on December 4, 2010 by James Steerforth

All four of them loved the Creedence Clearwater Revival. In fact, Stu and John met at a John Fogerty concert at the castle in Esslingen, where Stu told John that he and his brother Tom played lots of CCR songs … Continue reading →

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I want to grow up

Posted on August 15, 2010 by James Steerforth

I’d get belted for not doing my duty on the farm, for being seen with the wrong boy, for refusing to eat the fatty pork on our table, for not backing down, for looking him straight in the eyes. Continue reading →

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