Category Archives: Life Musings

  1. Chaff, Meat, Glue, and a Chef.

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    May 3, 2019 by jeliwobble

    Chaff is a jolly good word. It comes from the Old Germanic (probably) meaning ‘to gnaw’, but has come to …
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  2. The Help

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    January 17, 2019 by jeliwobble

    Asking for help. Do you do it? Can you do it? I don’t. I can’t. I have a pathological problem …
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  3. Three Girls in a Hot Tub

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    July 30, 2018 by jeliwobble

    Once upon a time, there were three girls in a hot tub. This should be the start of a good …
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  4. Revelations and Epiphanies.

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    October 18, 2016 by jeliwobble

    The problem with being a writer solely in your head, and not literary in any way, having stopped studying language …
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  5. The 30 Second People.

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    March 29, 2016 by jeliwobble

    On Saturday night, I ‘met’ Jimmy Carr (British comedian). I say ‘met’ because it was more an autograph/photo opportunity at …
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  6. If You Have to Ask, You’re Not Listening.

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    January 27, 2016 by jeliwobble

    Some poetry cannot be read. It has to be experienced. Words do not flow. Instead, solid brick formations of misunderstood …
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  7. Waiting.

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    November 10, 2015 by jeliwobble

    Edges. Fingertips ache, throb with effort. Splintered nails, dug in, down to nubs as if bitten, stripped and bloodied. Knuckles …
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  8. Hiraeth

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    November 5, 2015 by jeliwobble

    I swallow marbles of melancholy. Hard. Glassy. The colour of dispassionate ire, woven through their esoteric centres. They seem as …
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  9. Stereotypes.

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    September 13, 2015 by jeliwobble

    It’s a conundrum, to be sure. Stereotypes are such for a reason, as it allows humans to easily ‘pattern sort’ …
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  10. FOMO.

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    June 9, 2015 by jeliwobble

    FOMO. Fear of missing out. It has dogged me continually since living here, and it’s a relatively new feeling for …
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