Between the lines and through the lens…
We stop and start like trains caught between tracks, caught between the gaps of where to go and how to get back. We stop and start like trolleys left wheel veering right, right wheel now left of the centre but the centre falls apart. We stop and start like breath the taking in and letting […]
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What to report? To what port must you swim, in how little can one drown (shallow is often the sister to shady) air is not anything until it is nothing and nowhere, (sometimes existence is only revealed through disappearance) – are you someone until you are seen in the eyes of another? […]
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Cutting through the side of the cemetery where Sartre and Simone lay sleeping, trees line an alley, swaddled in sunshine, testifying to today’s teeming tenements, tiny tents pitched by penniless people on pavements echoing existentialisms very essence of existence, regardless of which came first, existence or essence, life or death, rich or poor, the tragic […]
Read More…I am airborne, Life is being lived Beneath me Amid the flickering lights, In the daunting darkness, Like festive fairies twinkling- All myth and mystery, Miles away Amid mountains That look like molehills, Meandering mechanically In moving motors. I am now living In the breath held, Passing through time, Pausing, Passive, Patient, Pondering possibilities, Playing […]
Read More…What particular particle Of the self Left itself behind In your absence? What form of matter Is this That moves When all else in the night Sleeps soundly? Because here I am, Stirred so, My body jerked alert, My eyes wide open And my senses Shouting to me That you’ve just left the room. And […]
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