FRESH PERSPECTIVES AT THE MIDWAY MARK

  I pulled a seat up along the far side of the first hill of this midway through life’s climb and sat myself towards country, having been stripped for so long like bare bark by too many cities. Green blood poured upwards from your soil onto my skin until there was nothing left to separate […]

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BREAK OF LIGHT

  I choose the path; this winding way though the midway, battling though the brambles and briars, I have stains on my soul, I have splinters in the tissue of my beating breast, beating, breaking, panting, I have moments when my feet no longer feel their footing, when falling is all I can handle, I choose […]

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TIME IS FLEETING

  Time is fleeting. See it slipping through hands eager to clasp all that cannot be caught. Time is fleeting but this is not always tragic for we are traffic motoring along the carriage way in search of contentment in accompanying cars, meandering towards the midway and making out with the magic that caresses the […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 18; TRAVELOGUE

  I In the park bodies are bare and bending in sweaty forms, see the skin still salivating as if fresh from the frolics, when we were fondled and found, some born to be bound and then others; fickle fools thinking thrusts were as true as trust. But truth is told only in time; touch […]

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NO LINES

There are no direct lines anymore  no direct direction no friction  no fuss it’s not straight ahead to the right or left I’ve left the centre I’m to the left of centre to the right of what was considered right and wrong this is the midway the in between  the middle ground  of what used […]

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