PAINTING PARADISE WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S COLOURS

  We painted walls into the paradise we wanted before I learned colour had its limits. Borders had been beaten into our canvas long before I touched the brush with borrowed thoughts. We painted orange coloured stars and wild hopes onto concrete walls and I trembled as she told me the parrots, perfectly positioned in […]

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FINDING THE RIGHT COLOUR TO PAINT HOPE

  Silly things sabotaged for the case of creativity- barren bark becomes blank canvas becomes blue becomes oceanic becomes bewitching monster of humour and not hurt. This is the crisis of clearing out, not shelving all that will come to know stale, but for shedding. Sheds are no longer for the simplicity of storage but […]

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BRUSHING IT AWAY

  Blue sky growing old, sun sets into dusty pinks- a hark for tomorrow for today cannot be harboured any longer. In this slow field surrounded still by stilled life, still the trees grow, even daisies have returned after the mower’s menace last Monday. Single crow comes to gather seeds from once shadowed sections of […]

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BETWEEN THE SEAMS

  We came for the cows- sleek shiny skins to sew into seams and cents but were caught in a contradistinctive cacophony- silk sarees, careering through merging traffic in colours more complex than considerations of the constellation, on the backs of mopeds, motorbikes, motorcars, broken cars, cars piled on top of cars, twisting and turning […]

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VREEMD OF MISSCHIEN NIET (STRANGE OR MAYBE NOT)

  She was called Éireann, even in Holland, (misschien vreemd, ik weet het) though she was greener than I ever was, back then, with the mud of the land still caked into her guards while I was off and running, ever forward, adding guards to my guards till I saw the earth was round when […]

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WHEN THINGS EVENTUALLY GIVE WAY

  We were waiting for the green man beneath the blue sky, waiting on an open corner to cross over, do you remember? A simple day of smiling sunshine, an easy lunch of eating smiles and we were laughing, were laughing at everything and nothing- at the osteopath and his cracking observations and the sunshine […]

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PAINTING

  On comes the light and I reach out for the taste of morning in an orange orchid that unfolds a sash of summer’s stock to tie its threads around the ears of anxious. On comes the morning and I stretch emerald strokes onto a light canvas pulled out across grouchy grasses that cannot see […]

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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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