THE AMBIGUOUS PASSING OF THE PASTORAL

Things move slowly here like the browningof a leaf, like the lichen along the barkthat comes on like considered kissesto comfort the cold and some things just stick like the tossed blue bag the wind has woundaround the briar, like the damp within the bricksof those choked up cottages not even demandwill come to disturb. […]

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WHEN I CONSIDER THE ECHO OF A PULSE – NEW POEM

And another door finds its hinges turning (you lean, you linger, you lose, you leave)tides twist and then return, summer finds winterwhistling on the arms of an enigmatic autumn (leaves fall, flowers grow, dust settles before the sun)and I wonder what remains within the roomswe leave behind, in the corners now cast offwhere comfort was […]

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WHEN SEARCHING FOR WHO WE WILL BE, AFTERWARDS

  What if a rose grew on the far side of the moon, now, after, later? Would we spread out time to explore the space between the bloom and the branch? Nature is a construct, much like the moon- we don’t always consider it when we cut its roots or ignore its connection to the […]

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THE RABBIT AND THE OXYMORON

  I am still so you can move You twitch when you think I’m about to turn I view you as delight and you define me as demonic You glow of late like the recently planted grass in the side garden of sunlight that used to only sit in shade Coming closer to brave with […]

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DON’T COME TO TAME THE CAT

  Red sun burns below a blue moon and the tiger rips through trees to escape the cat. Sometimes small things need to be as sharp as an icicle even when the sun comes to burn red beneath blue moons while she sings of those crazy cries of Havana’s love. She sang of Paris once […]

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COME THE GLEAMING

  New leaf climbs old tree- this ivy will not be held down is no direction, dynamic is the trail of this root now gleaming on the hallow wood. Sometimes empty centres are for holding hopeful hearts. Layers of leaves come like coats of zinc- a wrapping for these times were comfort is craved. Nature […]

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SUPERMARKET RECIPE

  We come considered, now, congestion side-lined by concern, far from those racing rats who reigned over the old normal, the old days, the old ways. It’s not about choice anymore but proximity- a courgette in place of an aubergine, some Cheddar instead of Stilton, potatoes again instead of that other, sexier, sweeter variety, like […]

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HEARTH

  The old walls have been walled in by warmer ones but their youth has nothing on the cracks and secrets the originals would disclose if you could still sit around that old fire and watch the smoke rise up to the high ceilings since brought down to a more manageable level and yet I […]

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ADAPTION

  Things change. Sunday morning I rise, though with no rolling stone miracle, and thread footsteps into the field where the passage of daisies have taken over from the pressing soles of sport. Things change. Later, in cream pants and oversized sofa sweater instead of the customary suited and booted parade affair, I drop smoked […]

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