ORIGINS

  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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AL LAST

  Shoes thread lightly over freshly stirred soil. Seeds are no longer singular cells but shoots and this hardened carpet no longer compliant to cover up. Sometimes we plant with the dream of discovery. Sometimes we dream in the hope of being woken. Sometimes light begins in the dark where roots rumble in soil, now […]

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LIQUID RHYTHM

  Need is hard (to give in to that craving for connection) ‘Not yet,’ I said (to Time, teasing along twitching ties), ‘Drink me not, dark angel’ (we are light still and far from brewed). Joy is a dance of liquid rhythm (lithe are we, fluid forms falling into arms not always favouring hold), hearts […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 1; AND SO WE BEGIN

  And so we begin; the light freshly falling on newfound flesh, clouds breaking over a sea breeze gliding in over giddy grass, a giggle in its thrill, bright bodies bending lending limbs to longing, every touch a tiny tickle as naked truths twist and turn; turn on, turn hot while hands draw hope as […]

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