Between the lines and through the lens…
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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We are not always daughter to the day or son to the stars. Some times space shrinks and we find ourselves light years away from the planets that hold the answers to where we came from. We take giant steps across uncharted terrains, nerves attached to transmitters connected to nothing but a need to […]
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Knowledge is not an end in itself Some of the best books have made me yawn- After Nietzsche I needed a nap And Joyce makes me question often My ability to comprehend the written word. Perhaps that was always his aim. Knowledge is not an end in itself No jump is ever made after […]
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Wondering how to move now after such torpidity, wondering how to recognise now the trenches as we take slow steps across the battle fields of playgrounds, bus stops and aisles packed with questions of contagion carried in other people’s trollies. Wondering how to move again after such paralysis- limbs lurching as thoughts shift forward […]
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