BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 10, NAPOWRIMO

  I hear you preaching still from your performance  pulpit, the shit-pit of sermon  where you scared  the simple man. I hear you  still preaching  of parish and prayer with your manners moody  at mass  with the mouldable masses. Years later over dinner  and before dessert  you spilt your sins between the bread and wine, […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 9; TRUSTING TIME

  We slip and slide like grains of sand that the sea seduces as time sweeps over us, combing us into compact companions that come apart after the sun shines and the warmth dries us up, how we hate the sand that slips between the cracks when we are parted from the shore and so […]

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