Between the lines and through the lens…
We strike matches along the shiny skins of polished apples, bite into the heat of burning coals that hold no seeds within their core, watch our reflections on the heavy skins of those ripening fruit as if it will show us a truer representation of who we might be because it too holds a […]
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Old wheels still turn through new miles. We are more than we look- muscle is not only what it takes to transform. We skirt old roads now well educated on my departure, it’s not just the seasons that circle back on themselves. I’ve left parts of me in every other recess in order to […]
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Lilium lancifolium lies back in a bed we repositioned last spring under the scorch of today’s mid-afternoon melt. In a slow movement that set her into structure, before the dawn woke the rest of us, she assumes a position to demonstrate the perfect pliancy of her freckled petals and pushes everything out to be […]
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Dominant bird rings on repeat his call in the late afternoon- arriba, arriba, arriba he appears to echo whilst other feathered fellows join in his mash-up as if they all know the price is now time sensitive- this has become their season to shine- they sing and we sit in their shadow, the quiet […]
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9 is not yet known to this Sunday morning but already I’m playing catch up with the dawn in a once foreign field now renamed home, running after breaths and age that is unobtainable like caressing clouds or surviving on the sap of stems where needles immerse nettles in a loneliness we have come […]
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Bait Young love wore a black beret before I’ve even acquired a taste for the garlic. Desire, in the face of desolation, was the fuel of youth and knowledge, or lack thereof, its propeller and I was propelled. Bliss Years later I still hold the perfume- late night, 22, me, him and a motorbike […]
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When I was a child, was I thoughtless or taught less or was there less to think about, less to love? Though life was never loveless. When I was a child, did I dream less because I didn’t know any more? When I was a child, I lied without knowing the truth of a […]
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Rushes rustle a calling to the rain mimicking the sound of those molecules of moisture they long to feel against their sharp- edged skins. We all learn to mimic what we must, let go of all we can not hold, lean in to what we love, fake all we can not feel. Gulls squawk […]
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I live now in various shadows and only a few whose forms I’d distinguish. By a round tower on a little hill at the far end of a short road I can read the names of the first ones who named this place as a home, I’ve no faces for these folk who were […]
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I took photos of us once, together, to remember all I had before I set off to find myself in other fields that other lands had whispered of other welcomes across other waves, moments to return to later as I navigated new roads, strange turns and gates I had to manage alone. Now, our […]
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