THE THINGS WE LEARN, AFTERWARDS

  In a fat box by the skinny bed in a dusty room rarely regarded covered clumsy with crushes are the contents of a childhood- lost letters of love- all penned but never posted & cut-outs of pin-ups next to wrist bands friends twisted & time forgot. In a lost room fallen to dust hope […]

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THIS DESERT WHERE WE DROWNED THE DANCE

  This Desert where We Drowned the Dance Guttural; pertaining to a particular sound at the back of the mouth, there, in that spot not quite reachable, still quite parched. Water; to sprinkle, to moisten. I do this to quench a longing I can’t reach though I cannot hold this liquid just like I couldn’t […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE

  Part I           I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It felt like I was watching the seasons change as the leaves lost their gleam in the sunlight, found their […]

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1847.1490.164

  Slow is the swan along these tracks well torn, my feet tire in soft shoes that follow google as scavengers’ swim in closer to my scraps- braver the bird when hunger’s the only hold. Swift runs the water as if it didn’t want to stay, there are locks but not all lakes can be […]

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CATCHING THE RECALL

  They come and go, playing tag with the tide, swimming in to touch but the ocean is an elastic to recall. We came here once, a love of youth’s illusions, dipping our skinnies before I lost you on a breath without recall. It comes and goes; that tide, his touch, this time, so many […]

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

  Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us, falling, like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling? Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered in […]

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THE THAW

  Blue is the breath, blue is the earth, morning, early, the sky a clean canvas of white and the earth; blue, a bed of frozen blues born from dawn’s breath, a blanket of freshly fallen slow snow, trembling along the hairs of the land, caught in the calm before the crunch, before the footprints […]

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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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