THIS HISTORY OF A HOME

  I live now in various shadows and only a few whose forms I’d distinguish. By a round tower on a little hill at the far end of a short road I can read the names of the first ones who named this place as a home, I’ve no faces for these folk who were […]

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FORGET ME NOT

There are sink holes in the back garden where I stash the stems of subconscious longing along with feathers plucked from the stale fights over ownerships of books and bonds. When early morning climbs drowned dream with blinding light there’s an impulse to uncover boulder used to bury hole and reach in to touch all […]

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SOMETIMES ITS DANGEROUS TO CONSIDER HOW TO BREATHE

  There are clear patches in the sacred soil at the far end of the side garden where life is expected to return. We planted it last week. There are clear patches in the soft sky behind clever clouds that carry the condensation I covet for those bald patches in the tilled soil where there […]

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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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AL LAST

  Shoes thread lightly over freshly stirred soil. Seeds are no longer singular cells but shoots and this hardened carpet no longer compliant to cover up. Sometimes we plant with the dream of discovery. Sometimes we dream in the hope of being woken. Sometimes light begins in the dark where roots rumble in soil, now […]

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COME THE GLEAMING

  New leaf climbs old tree- this ivy will not be held down is no direction, dynamic is the trail of this root now gleaming on the hallow wood. Sometimes empty centres are for holding hopeful hearts. Layers of leaves come like coats of zinc- a wrapping for these times were comfort is craved. Nature […]

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A QUESTION OF POMEGRANATE ANSWERS

  I saw you first in a library, in a bound book on front of the light, as if you needed to ripen any further. My first book, bound and borrowed from a library, was Mrs. Potter’s inquisitive rabbit Peter, all eager to explore the taste of all he could not yet name. We’re like […]

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IN THE PLACE OF WHAT ONCE STOOD

  Robin rummages in the rushes, upon rock she roots out traces of all that once was, tuts at all that has changed and all that hasn’t. Robin rummages in the rushes, bright spark- but fast to flight. She comes to call and comprehend but never comes when she is called. A fluttering of fine […]

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IN BETWEEN THE LIVING AND THE SLEEPING

  Packed like yams into dusty carriages we watch from the safety of our sitting room where Nana used to sit and iron by the table and Pop, in the corner, with his pipe, now just names in prayer and that picture of their wedding on a wall that still stands and they, long taken […]

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