Between the lines and through the lens…
Not all bees write back Not every beetle takes the right route Some letters, like roads, wind on regardless. We don’t always notice the sting Until after, until later, until it’s too late. Honey is sometimes sweetest When far from reach. We wrote words on each other’s back Thinking time to be tender […]
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One born to song and sorrow One killed by serpent’s bite One lost to hands of Hades One walk from dark to light If I could say to hold the note If I could say to keep the chord If I could say that she will follow And that fear should be ignored One […]
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I lift a book and watch as dust particles catch air (dust; tiny particles of waste matter lying on surfaces) sentences stir, structure returns to life after slumber, some things come back- having long been forgotten (memory; the mental ability to retain and to recall previous experiences) I turn pages with consideration, parts pressed […]
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I recall when you were loutish in the school yard and I was fair game- light footed fairy in search of darker corners, a sun should never shine at the shit end of any storm or abandon fear until he’s felt the blow of a fist. I was light and you miscreant monster of […]
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I remember you, growing older, how your skin adapted- as if it had grown in the garden on the branch of the rhododendron. Shiny it was, with lines that time had tempered into it, ever so carefully, like you tempered peace into our panic, stillness into our hast, serenity into our cacophony. The leaf, […]
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Mum tells of no moon tonight, as if it’s been lost, as if the darkness will never rise and the sun will weep at the thought of never catching another break. We cut an apple tree in the back shadow of the front garden yesterday but left the root, to remind it, perhaps, of […]
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I shouted at the TV last week, beyond the stilled fields recently ploughed of their prize, where now we wait and watch for new seeds where hope was replanted. I stopped to moo last week as you bellowed back at us from the not-so-stilled screen in our isolated living room- you’d be going to […]
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