THE NEW NORMAL ROUTINE

  Input- daily. Early morning. Wake up to bird call and input ideas for the new day. Run. Write. Weights. Wash. Garden. Grass. Weeds. No Smoking. More Chopping. Manic. Now move indoors. Pottering. Pacing. Painting and onto poetry. Moving out again from bedroom. Old room. Once far room. Cold room, where someone died once, before […]

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LIMITATION OF ROSES

  I had the biggest bedroom as a boy but curiosity picked the box room at the lighter end of the short corridor for my summer’s sojourn. I was always looking for other walls that caught the shadows of other lives being lived- to touch the thought, at that time, was tantamount to taking part. […]

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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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THE BIRDSONG RECALLS WHAT ONCE HUNG UPON THE HAWTHORN

  Last month, in the first breath of this coming season of the sun’s light, you crept in through the stillness of the solitude that the birds had begun to sing of and spread out across the swaying branches as we foraged for distractions beneath. I climbed you, on occasion, to release my feet from […]

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SLOW HUM

  Slow hum. Morning beckons- delicate dance of daisies, baby bunny in back garden thinking it’s his whole world, even the breeze is bouncy. Breath better than before. Slow hum of day unfolding, footsteps on sidewalks, sights on slow lanes, softly humming. Even runners head towards hedges now- hedge funds thrown to the ditch- see […]

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SOMETIMES ITS DANGEROUS TO CONSIDER HOW TO BREATHE

  There are clear patches in the sacred soil at the far end of the side garden where life is expected to return. We planted it last week. There are clear patches in the soft sky behind clever clouds that carry the condensation I covet for those bald patches in the tilled soil where there […]

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WHEN NATURE HEARD ME AND I FOUND HIM

  Husky voice cribs my troubling thought. I turn with fear hard on heel at the far end of an ancient lane. I borrowed these footsteps, I reply to the open side of a ploughed field where wires allow random thoughts to teleport across the sky. This is not your path. This was the thought […]

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BIRD SONG

  I stroll in soft sundown across the cushioned grass, the earth a pillow I never stopped to consider, I consider going in, inside to where the light looks neat and named but a bird calls from a branch I cannot see, sight comes in second after his song- soft, slow and cycling back on […]

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FINDING THE RIGHT COLOUR TO PAINT HOPE

  Silly things sabotaged for the case of creativity- barren bark becomes blank canvas becomes blue becomes oceanic becomes bewitching monster of humour and not hurt. This is the crisis of clearing out, not shelving all that will come to know stale, but for shedding. Sheds are no longer for the simplicity of storage but […]

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