BOOKENDS; A STILL LIFE OF SENTIMENTAL ON A WALL

  Memory is a shot of stillness sealed behind a lens that looks for what cannot be seen until it’s been frozen by the frame. Some see this as a season of rust and ruin and running while I see a freedom in this fall and in every breeze another breath to breathe brave into […]

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A SLIP AWAY FROM BLUE

  Eyes a slip of grey from blue in a city not known as home, on a mountainside to shelter a temple, she is as welcome as the wind is warm, she was there before us and we were caught before we knew it. She carves life, carefully, like the Buddha etched into stone, the […]

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WHEN THE EMPRESS IS REMOVED FROM THE EMPIRE

  There is art on walls, winding walls, in rooms on show with light, luscious light, and climate controls while she’s side-lined to the shadows to weep for the darkness that devours her skin, stuck like tar and trapped in stone, once tempered by an artist’s touch now off and absent, now long grown cold, […]

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SUMMER SUN IN THE MARSHES

  Three boys and a girl, coasting carelessly from teens to twenties and coping lazily with hangovers beneath the summer’s sun. One blonde and three browns, laughing amid golden rays that filled the most perfect of squares in the once marshland of Le Marais with its cobbled streets, men of elegance and women who followed […]

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CONNECTIONS

Water Silent Stillness Reflection. Connection Make the connection Elements Water Earth Air I can be fire The fire I walk on water I dream I walk on water I see stillness I dream I walk on the stillness of the water I hear the silence I am the silence dreaming of the stillness that walks […]

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COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE, I CAME TO THE CITY

  We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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AT THE SETTING OF THE YELLOW LIGHT

  I held your hand in a taxi, once, while thinking of another as you whispered into my ear, a sound I no longer remember, a scent now a breath away from touchable. I cannot hold everything anymore, not everything nor everyone. I recall the yellow light yearning to hold its own innocence stretching through […]

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