TRACKS AND CHANGES

  They’ve built a running track beneath the low hum of this humdrum small town with its two pubs, skinny batch and round tower. Men lift weights with uncovered arms that’ve been internally attacked by giant sized popcorn. I lift smaller weights in the privacy of the shadows in the back garden but have still […]

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DOWN THE DRAIN

  My body my body has a memory my body has a memory of you my body has a memory of your skin. My body my body remembers my body remembers how it bent my body remembers how it bent to your beckoning. And yet my mind my mind has washed itself my mind has […]

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WHEN SUMMER FINDS YOU

  Water turns on the tide, roots find ways through the rubble. Nature is adaptable. But the body is bound to the bone, movement moulded to our muscle and the shadow cannot de deceived and yet you itch. You claw at this fleshed reflection on front of you and see in its faults the fraud […]

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THE STORY

  How does the heart still pump, how does the blood still run when these feet won’t move?   How do the bones not break, how does this skin not shed when these hands cannot hold?   We dress ourselves in solid shields of security (see this shining steel) that cannot sooth the single soul […]

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METAMORPHOSES

  Changing currents, currently, body and soul converging concurrently, control lost to illusion; divinity divining, dividing delusion directing hands of fate or falling me from faith, body leaning in bending to all beckoning. Was it I who let go of love’s hand or had fate decided so? Was there a choice, considered, consecrated, a confession […]

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