Between the lines and through the lens…
I have emptied All the boxes, A lifetime Of belongings, A collection Of customs, Compromises, Compulsions, Convictions Combined together To become a whole, A who, A human, I have emptied All the boxes, Found other shelves To place the memories, Other drawers To store the scenes, Other cupboards To carry the clutter, Other colours To […]
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Fuck forty approaching, And fuck metal mats, Fuck fractured feet Turning black like rats, Fuck wandering round With a walking stick Exposing the frailties Of this silly old dick, I’ll forget the bruises And broken bones, Bollocks to bandages And swollen toes, I’ll not sit back And fizzle away, So watch out world I’m […]
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I release you From the obsession, From the overly long Ogles of observation, Trepidation And a grass, Seemingly green, Long since remembered. You are no longer That deep desire In the distant darkness, Distracting me, Daring me To deploy, To defect, To retour. That significant Substance Shimmering In the shadows, Swaying slowly, Seducing me, […]
Read More…Excuses for my absence but I’m excited and distracted by painting, decorating, trying to remember my French and unpacking boxes to make a new home in Paris- back again after 18 years of much longing and the distractions of London and Amsterdam in between, but the pen once again found paper today, while I […]
Read More…A move from Amsterdam to Paris, 3 days of unpacking, painting, decorating, a trip home to family for nearly 3 weeks and then the news that I am a winner in the http://www.originalwriting.ie Short Story competition and will be part of their autumn anthology of short stories book!Feeling grateful to the Universe and all its […]
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