Migraine in Caerdydd

I’ve only been there once and it wasn’t what I expectedfrom the West, to have Ragtime raging out of Coalhousewithin David’s concert hall in Caerdydd, as Mother lost her way back from the beginning of moving picturesand father didn’t stop to think about all he was leavingbehind as he set sail across a sea that […]

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The Lounge of No Departures

In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circles ripped with hurricanes. The wind reached for my hand,saw me old,took contradictions & splashed themon my brow. Should I make them valentines;the trails, the test? One loves more. One loves less. This ring we’re in; let them lose, win? In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circled […]

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Bouncing off the Walls

All good / actually / actually good / thanks for asking            yeah / bright and shiny actually bouncing off the walls / on the inside / dancing yeah off the walls / actually                              no, don’t be silly / not paint / actually that comes with the dancing /actually / but I’m good […]

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Fear, I Think

Daylight, upon path, fallsprey to shadow. In wrath,I’ve robbed its sunlight.Fear? I think I understand. Sinking sand leadsto hills below the harbourof forgetting. Fear?I think I understand. Voices call of a troubled mind.Block the light! With flashesI think I understand;fear is a stepping stone.

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Clawing our Way Down and Up

Crabshufflesover shell,slides backwardinto sandlike sun behind starand light falls,pinkgrows paler,sandbecomes sponge. I wonderif the spongeof this shellholds an echoof all I no longer hear,a sound waveshufflingbehind the lightof my ear,a reverberationfrom outer space,not my space,to settlein the place of the shellof this shorelike the kissfrom your lipsI feelpressing into mine,still. I shufflebackwards,lean into all that […]

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Song from a seagull

Hetakes stones,called her,kissed her in the breaking,climbed a mountain, three thousand milesmissed her flowersand branches; climbed a tree. A manasked her of goodbye,writes his papers,profitsmemory. A ladysometimes calls,brought her laughternow she fears.Manis bleeding,a dreamer sees; will lose. Heart is hollow.She is free.

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OCHRE DANCING

  Porcelain plant pot plots the delicious decay of decadence once eyed as ochre dancing next to dandelions in the dawn’s dew. Pretty painted picture of plants in a porcelain pot plays with the presence of past and present under the preservation of pressed paint. Gold garnered by the grace of the sun, amber’s earthiness […]

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THE BLUE PILL

  Digital download, activate avatar; humanoid performance, interface, access joy, bytes to brain, stream a cloud cover to convey intelligent thought and combat subconscious combustion. Access matrix; choose the blue pill and clear the cache. All movement falls to manual override, factory settings restored to screen, reflected appearance is perfected but the motherboard sparks unseen […]

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WHITE LIES

  What if I admitted to you, here and now, before I even begin, before I even let you in, that all I am about to tell you is a lie, perhaps white, perhaps a depth darker. What if I lay it all on the line, here and now, naked, the truth of all the […]

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