BOOKENDS; EVOLUTION 12, SOME PEOPLE THAT WE USED TO BE

  We sit now and sip cocktails, the waiter pulls out your chair and hands me the menu after calling you madame. I strain now to hear your voice; softer, gentler, feminine finding freedom. I catch you checking your lipstick in the mirror, pulling a curl back into place above those blushed cheekbones still a […]

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BOOKENDS; TO DARE TO REMEMBER

  Do you remember Paris on occasions when spring sweeps in with its breath of those lost days, in that other life, before we knew London together or what it would be like to part? Do you, do you remember Paris, my little room, our lithe love and the plans we painted onto canvases of […]

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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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TO LEARN TO TRUST WITHOUT TURNING

  Time swims out on a tide I wish I could capture forever on a canvas of comfort, I drop my shirt and turn, like Orpheus, and lose hold, sands slide over skin and seaweed slivers snakelike along this shore once so unsure; rough rocks recall all the lava once eliminated. I stand in all […]

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COLOUR DANCES LIKE A FLAME OVER CONCRETE

  Colours catch fire over concrete, catch life, catch the laughter that will not linger for as long as this concrete. Measure moments not in length but in weight, weight, don’t wait to catch life; it is cold to be concrete and watch the flames flicker out, to be caressed but never considered consumable. We […]

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WHEN THE EMPRESS IS REMOVED FROM THE EMPIRE

  There is art on walls, winding walls, in rooms on show with light, luscious light, and climate controls while she’s side-lined to the shadows to weep for the darkness that devours her skin, stuck like tar and trapped in stone, once tempered by an artist’s touch now off and absent, now long grown cold, […]

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GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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