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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OCHRE DANCING

  Porcelain plant pot plots the delicious decay of decadence once eyed as ochre dancing next to dandelions in the dawn’s dew. Pretty painted picture of plants in a porcelain pot plays with the presence of past and present under the preservation of pressed paint. Gold garnered by the grace of the sun, amber’s earthiness […]

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DARK LIGHT, PART 2; THE FALL

  I whisper into wakefulness, the body stirs before the brain, the blood before belief, I curl into colder corners of the covers to encourage skin to come round as sound slips in just before the sight, light pours into eyelids slowly opening, toes slip out to inspect the season but the soul knows the […]

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ONCE…BEFORE…

  Once we gathered, were gracious, remember grateful glowing into golden? Once we shone like sunsets but stronger, like starlight but unstoppable. Once… but then the cold, the callow, the cancer, the kryptonite cramping it’s claws into our comfort. Once we were friendly, fearless, ferocious, until finally with a flash came the fall! All words […]

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PAUSE AND POISE

  Running through time, through time that can never be tempered, through twisting trees and projected paths, projecting thoughts yet to be pondered, through mornings unfolding while seasons fall to winter and wither for a while all around me, crisp carpets crinkle with what was once light and leafy but are now scattered sprinkles of […]

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FALLING

We twist and turn as we tumble into each other away from ourselves we are creature curious entangled and entwined in what others can offer touching and tasting trying hard to remove the I’s from the us’s we are covetous we are envy we are want we are greed we are ricochets rocketing to-and-fro between […]

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THE RISE AND FALL OF HE

  He is forward flying, A novice to noise And nuances Of staggering streets Unknown and numerous, Honed to the humming From the surge and speed Of manoeuvres he can Meddle through Mingle through Move through He is a nubile note, A minor chord In a major movement, Braced for a rebirth By foreign fingers […]

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