FREEDOM IS A WISH ON THE WIND

  I steal deep into space, in the far field- inches are miles these days and miles can hold worlds. I kick imaginary balls into empty posts and run tracks that dig circles around the turns I cannot take. The eye spots white specs, like snowflakes, dancing on the far side of deep ditches- daisies […]

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WHAT LIES IN THE VALLEY

  Truth, lies, tall tales spread across the canyon of our sighs. My hope, your hurt, my side, your silence, nothing is distinguishable in this void, I cannot even identity any let up from the winter of this valley where the wind winds its way around the silent subtleties of how you express your hurt […]

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WHEN I DREAM OF WHO WE WERE

  We used to hold hands, a quiver along the skin at touch,                     do you remember? You handled me like I was food, to be prepared pealed back, to find the taste within. I was advised not to- but I had hungered, had grown ill    […]

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SEA AND SAND

  Sand slips under foot like memory into mind, waves wash up along a country lane leading down into a secreted sea, past a thistle that pricks not; so much beauty cannot bear a beast. There is breath in these back fields I recall on the curve of this spiral game, returning like these tides […]

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THE MOTION OF GOING SOUTH

  I’ve only been to Cork once, to a funny place they called The Other Place which I thought was like the Scottish play with the name you’re never supposed to say. In another place, beforehand, we’d sat on beer kegs in a girl’s bar called Loafers and I giggled at all the comfy shoes […]

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FIELDS OF GOLD

  Gold grows in many ways- like how the soil can be pressed with seed, how a daisy decorates that which has been deserted, how the sun burns at a safe distance or at least it did, once. All is relative, now, to time- I didn’t know what ozone meant as a boy, or Wifi […]

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WHAT YOU WISH FOR

  Remember When all we wanted was a little distance? Remember Starting out with a cushion on the sofa, A pillow in between the folds twisting against us, One word less And then another. Every move a single mile. Remember How all we wanted… I wonder- While watching shadows growing stiller Beyond the window of […]

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PERMISSIBLE TO ASK?

  I take the boat out on the water, rowing out to come into the stillness in this place where space is still displaced. Chez moi, c’est quoi, c’est où ? Il est permis de demander ? Merci, I say, still, when I should just stay still, like this water where I row out, stretching […]

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PAINTING

  On comes the light and I reach out for the taste of morning in an orange orchid that unfolds a sash of summer’s stock to tie its threads around the ears of anxious. On comes the morning and I stretch emerald strokes onto a light canvas pulled out across grouchy grasses that cannot see […]

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