TRIMMING THOUGHTS LIKE PURPLE THORNS

  I take this thistle like I take these words, I trim the thorns at times for desire to be softer, sweeter, so lines can be calmer, cleaner. I seek out the heart of the whole, for now, for here, for this moment, for the sentiment of this song that comes for but a season. […]

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BLACK THREADS

  Worthy. Are we worthy? Are you? I am not worthy to receive you. I am not worthy. These are not the words of any wizard, of any wonder, of any wonderful god. Wonderful does not whip us with worthless. Wonderful does not teach worthless words. Worthy. I am not worthy… These are the words […]

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OCHRE DANCING

  Porcelain plant pot plots the delicious decay of decadence once eyed as ochre dancing next to dandelions in the dawn’s dew. Pretty painted picture of plants in a porcelain pot plays with the presence of past and present under the preservation of pressed paint. Gold garnered by the grace of the sun, amber’s earthiness […]

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GOLD TAINTED GRASSES

  Corners come crawling from the fine folds of memory when the lavender was long with laughter beyond the bridge where the lazy water twisted her sky’s blues through rough rock and tufts of gold tainted grasses that I captured on canvas and you kept in glass cases crowded with curated curiosities and empty wine […]

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THE BLUE PILL

  Digital download, activate avatar; humanoid performance, interface, access joy, bytes to brain, stream a cloud cover to convey intelligent thought and combat subconscious combustion. Access matrix; choose the blue pill and clear the cache. All movement falls to manual override, factory settings restored to screen, reflected appearance is perfected but the motherboard sparks unseen […]

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WHITE LIES

  What if I admitted to you, here and now, before I even begin, before I even let you in, that all I am about to tell you is a lie, perhaps white, perhaps a depth darker. What if I lay it all on the line, here and now, naked, the truth of all the […]

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ORANGE COLOURED SKIRTS

  ‘And there can be days like this,’ and the boy smiled and sausages swam past him in shorts and shades and in the sky dogs with Madonna mikes flew over kittens in orange coloured skirts and Beyoncé in their boogie. ‘And there can be days like this,’ his mother said as she painted pictures […]

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CRIMSON CONSIDERATIONS ON CARRIAGES KISSING

  A curious crimson caressed his cheek as we crossed the carriage, no winding words, no exchange of the extraordinary, only that crimson kiss of curiosity that blushed upon cheek and burnt into my hunger long hostage to painfully pale and drained out drought, before pressing passengers pushed me forward and him too far behind… […]

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THE BLACK OF NIGHT

  See, he says to the child by his side, see how the water rises. Wait, he says to the child by his side, to see how life surprises. Dark, he says, is the black of night, the stars too far to enlighten. But day, he says to the child in his wake, brings a […]

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