WE WERE NOT DESIGNED TO SELF -DESTRUCT

  Fans open like a chest catching air, clouds sweep the mountain like a bellow baying, colour is just a caress away from grey, a breath can be unbearable if the body is breaking, a cloud is a cup of rain not fully considered. We climb over mountains to where the air is lighter and […]

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POTTERS ON THE ROAD

  I am free in the morning, in this morning town, waking, slipping from slumber like skin from sheets, like wings above clouds conquering concerns that come a calling and I am falling upwards, falling in love with light can feel it sparkling, even at day break, even when days break, falling for all that […]

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LIQUID RHYTHM

  Need is hard (to give in to that craving for connection) ‘Not yet,’ I said (to Time, teasing along twitching ties), ‘Drink me not, dark angel’ (we are light still and far from brewed). Joy is a dance of liquid rhythm (lithe are we, fluid forms falling into arms not always favouring hold), hearts […]

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IF ONLY

  We are land birds, bound birds, we have made homes in twisted trees growing hallow, growing hard. We are land birds, ground birds, we have been deluded by illusions growing careless, growing cold. We are land birds, drowned birds, in a dying desert growing doubtful, going dry. If only we had been sea birds, […]

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COLOUR IS WAITING

  And still we will come to lick the honey from the purple petal and still we will come to root out the weeds of worthlessness in gardens where others eat up all that is beautiful. Time turns and we, in turn, follow its path, suns set and the moon shows us its song, hold […]

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IN THE PEACE BY THE PURPLE PETAL

  Lather us in lazy, let us lick the honey from the purple petal, let us lay down dreams upon the velvet veneer of the plump peach, slip us into a dream of sleep where all language is lulled into a lake that lingers in stilled thought that tickles tongue upon first taste with the […]

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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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