TO LINGER, LONGER, MAYBE

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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BERRY KISSES, COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS

  Bright red berries linger on bushes before sunsets like lip’s lightness that lingers after kisses. Bright red berries tremble in the afterglow of careful witness like mouths that modulate after tender caress. Bright red berries adorn towering twigs thick and tall like lips in favour of that fine flexed flesh. Bright red berries slip […]

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FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS, COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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