A BLACK CANVAS

  Mum tells of no moon tonight, as if it’s been lost, as if the darkness will never rise and the sun will weep at the thought of never catching another break. We cut an apple tree in the back shadow of the front garden yesterday but left the root, to remind it, perhaps, of […]

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AFTER THE TIDE

  Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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QUACK

  Solitude will guard gentle breath as I slip from darkened day to dream, even if the daffodil, now bright upon the bank, comes despite concern. I smile as the memory of this kindhearted bloom unfolds within the shadows of this stilled room, here, where corners ponder the importance of a cell. In the distance, […]

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SNOW WHITE

  I saw you, one morning, blanketed in white, a speckled canvas of virgin purity, all colour lost out to a simpler shade of simplicity. No more that magnificent mass of contrast and contradiction, just quiet and gentle unencumbered distinction. Distant laughter carried on a breeze swirling round trees caught motionless in time, branches bare […]

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BOOKENDS; ALL THE WATER CARRIES OFF WITH IT

  There will always be a part of me standing by the water’s edge, watching how much of us got washed away and wondering how much more sunk so deep below the surface that it is now a captive more to your careful concrete than that ever coldly cutting current.     All words and […]

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