SOMETIMES ITS DANGEROUS TO CONSIDER HOW TO BREATHE

  There are clear patches in the sacred soil at the far end of the side garden where life is expected to return. We planted it last week. There are clear patches in the soft sky behind clever clouds that carry the condensation I covet for those bald patches in the tilled soil where there […]

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ART ISN’T EASY

  Colour catches on canvas as we lean towards light, a beam to break the boredom like a breath above the water after diving up from darkness, ripples run across the current, ink spreads out like veins upon this page; art isn’t easy, breathing isn’t any better- both come up from down below, rise through […]

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UP FOR AIR

  Diving is not that difficult- I’ve held onto trickier things over time than just this breath. Diving is not what’s difficult, not that descent into darkness- it is the light that blinds, it is the sun that burns. Diving is not that difficult- we swim into silence, current cuts movement, we make moments of […]

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HUMBLE AT THE HEART

  Humble at the heart of this landscape, this dreamscape I’m training through, I’m taken by its blossoming breast; forests firing like volcanos that have shun their rest, luscious leaves of lava sweep through cities for man has no control over the mountain just as nature has no defence against the molten flame as fiery […]

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LIVING

I am angry, Tired, sleepless, restless, Bitter, torn And twisted. I am tearful, Frightened, silenced, muted, Mixed up, maddened And pestered. I am bloody Boiling, brooding, blushing, Bending over Backwards. But I’m alive Surviving, breathing, breaking, Living, learning, Evolving.

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FLYING IN AIR

I am airborne, Life is being lived Beneath me Amid the flickering lights, In the daunting darkness, Like festive fairies twinkling- All myth and mystery, Miles away Amid mountains That look like molehills, Meandering mechanically In moving motors. I am now living In the breath held, Passing through time, Pausing, Passive, Patient, Pondering possibilities, Playing […]

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THE STRUGGLE

To be a poet of The heart and mind Is to step away From all that is close And to look back From afar. To struggle With the truth Of what we are told And to search for What we believe. To fall on the road And document the struggle To stand again. To be […]

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