HUNGER IS NOT A HARBOUR

  Running to all that is new, to all I have not yet seen, attracted to the covered corners the light can not carve comfort into… Running to all I don’t yet know, to all I have not yet called by name, haunted by the houses not yet home and the whispers not yet known… […]

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LANES OF LIFE

Time tears through flesh and bone as it moves towards us through us             past us while we try to linger longer onto that fragile hold we have on love but we are just cars and connections caught up in the cacophony trying to stand in the right lane with […]

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FINE LINES

  There is a man, in the rain, in a hat, getting wet, growing mad, calling connards to the penguins of Parisian pedestrians plodding past him. There is a man, with cigars and a beer, by a bin, full of madness, next to tourists lost in maps as the rain pours down on the wrong choice of […]

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WICKED WILLS

The wolves are out, Baying in the shadows, Fetid breath fowling air, Drool dribbling in the darkness. The wolves are out, Growling gratuitously, Muzzle sniffing movement, Fangs feverish for flesh. The wolves are out, Their scent; steaming, Their eyes; searching For substance to satisfy. The wolves are out, Their panting petrifying, Prowling on poised paws […]

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