MYTHS OF MAN

  Far we have come from the gardens of wild roses. Here, by this river running home to waiting wave we stop and take turns tipping toes into the tide. What if all we touched was troubled? What if all the gold no longer bought the glory? Far we have come from the kingdom of […]

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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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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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SHINING SHADOWS

  And so falls a fleet of rain, another sheet to soak the street, another sheen to shine up shadows, to wash away the steps others have taken along your paths, to wash the traces of all that came before. And so falls a ray of light, another shimmer of the summer, another colour to […]

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