THE STING

  9 is not yet known to this Sunday morning but already I’m playing catch up with the dawn in a once foreign field now renamed home, running after breaths and age that is unobtainable like caressing clouds or surviving on the sap of stems where needles immerse nettles in a loneliness we have come […]

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THE NEXT NOTE

  Wondering how to move now after such torpidity, wondering how to recognise now the trenches as we take slow steps across the battle fields of playgrounds, bus stops and aisles packed with questions of contagion carried in other people’s trollies. Wondering how to move again after such paralysis- limbs lurching as thoughts shift forward […]

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THE NEW NORMAL ROUTINE

  Input- daily. Early morning. Wake up to bird call and input ideas for the new day. Run. Write. Weights. Wash. Garden. Grass. Weeds. No Smoking. More Chopping. Manic. Now move indoors. Pottering. Pacing. Painting and onto poetry. Moving out again from bedroom. Old room. Once far room. Cold room, where someone died once, before […]

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WHEN SEARCHING FOR WHO WE WILL BE, AFTERWARDS

  What if a rose grew on the far side of the moon, now, after, later? Would we spread out time to explore the space between the bloom and the branch? Nature is a construct, much like the moon- we don’t always consider it when we cut its roots or ignore its connection to the […]

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THE BIRDSONG RECALLS WHAT ONCE HUNG UPON THE HAWTHORN

  Last month, in the first breath of this coming season of the sun’s light, you crept in through the stillness of the solitude that the birds had begun to sing of and spread out across the swaying branches as we foraged for distractions beneath. I climbed you, on occasion, to release my feet from […]

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SLOW HUM

  Slow hum. Morning beckons- delicate dance of daisies, baby bunny in back garden thinking it’s his whole world, even the breeze is bouncy. Breath better than before. Slow hum of day unfolding, footsteps on sidewalks, sights on slow lanes, softly humming. Even runners head towards hedges now- hedge funds thrown to the ditch- see […]

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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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WHEN WE COME TO PRESS THIS TIME UPON THE PAGE

  Come friends to gather at end of cycle Spring is done and summer will have new song, Time will tell of when it all went viral Of distance that reigned and hold that was wrong. Come friends to pressure pen upon the page Thoughtless is time if man won’t leave his mark- Sing of […]

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A SINGLE DAY IN THREE PARTS

  Part 1 Morning comes with birdsong these days instead of street cars and sirens, Blue Tit and Yellow Hammer next to daisy, daffodil and dandelion as the garden springs like never before. Part 2 Afternoon is found at the far end of the near field because distance is dearer now as we take slow […]

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