CYCLE

Start. Stop. Repeat. Start. Stop. Return. Rerun. We are movement broken down Into stages, On stages Persons performing their pieces In spaces, Persons in pieces Often in the wrong places. Start. Stop. Release. Start. Stop. Rethink. Reread. We are short stories bound in books Looking for readers, Looking for worship, Looking for our worth, We […]

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BREAK OF LIGHT

  I choose the path; this winding way though the midway, battling though the brambles and briars, I have stains on my soul, I have splinters in the tissue of my beating breast, beating, breaking, panting, I have moments when my feet no longer feel their footing, when falling is all I can handle, I choose […]

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TO EACH HIS TIME TO SHINE

  Silent under summer sun I slip back to where the shadows snatched older days, Boho days in soho and then that shift further south; so south of centre, I slip back and see you in the spotlight that surrounded you and see myself; sidelined into abstractions and decorating diversions; building barricades while you shone […]

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BEAT ON; STILL MOVEMENT AFTER THE DANCE

  We evolve from wombs to rooms we revolve around, a space within space where we whisper tender tales into tight twists in curt corners crammed with comfort and chaos, this shifting space whose sides echo with movements that time has noted but pain has not yet processed… Fragility unfolds throughout space; my space, your […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BORKEN, PART 8, MY BECOMING

    Running faster than feet can find footing, forced to face up, catch up, stand up, turn up. Running through streets cluttered with collisions I’ve already crossed, with bunkers of bones already broken, with senses still shackled to skins already shed, layers lost in houses I thought were homes but they were just illusions; […]

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THE RISE AND FALL OF FORM

Day 23 National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Decades by four and one year more have tempered time to twisting root beneath this ever changing shore. Lands by four and to one returned as curious caught upon my boot my bags now tipped with lessons learned. Summer fires have blazed this land flames that fired forbidden […]

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MUSICAL NYMPH

A blonde little child Wearing big girls shoes With eyes that were eager To pick out life’s clues. Playing her music To brighten the room, All Mitchell in styling And sweet to the tune. A flatmate, a friend, A flourishing fool, A daring disaster All crazy and cool. Pure in her spirit And swanlike in […]

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