WHEN SEARCHING FOR WHO WE WILL BE, AFTERWARDS

  What if a rose grew on the far side of the moon, now, after, later? Would we spread out time to explore the space between the bloom and the branch? Nature is a construct, much like the moon- we don’t always consider it when we cut its roots or ignore its connection to the […]

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THERE IS EGO IN EVERY STEP

  The trail is not simply sewn with a needle of the sun threaded through the eye of the moon even if I sometimes feel the pinch of that warm stitch as I reach out to that small step claimed for man. Thought is not always free from guilt- we cannot get close to the […]

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BRIGHT LIGHTS IN GARDEN PONDS

  Stars dance at the bottom of the back garden where the rain waits in shallow ponds for the earth to lick it dry. Reflections are dependent on position- you cannot catch the moon lying on the ground from the front window where the sun lingered a little longer today than the tear stained back […]

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BUDS OF INVINCIBILITY

  Notes multiply under an orange blossom moon. We pour music into cups and songs sprout from rose trees that have yet to bend towards the bud while daisies turn noisy in the far field as the grass orchestrates the dawn’s chorus and petals tremble in the wake of all that once shivered in the […]

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FINDING OUR WAY

  I woke early, attention tethered to the bird call as they build their nests within the walls we once lit fires between. Regardless of season we must all find ways to shelter and survive. I ran early, out into the open morning where air was still yawning and I thought about sleep and what […]

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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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