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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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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ART ISN’T EASY

  Colour catches on canvas as we lean towards light, a beam to break the boredom like a breath above the water after diving up from darkness, ripples run across the current, ink spreads out like veins upon this page; art isn’t easy, breathing isn’t any better- both come up from down below, rise through […]

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UP FOR AIR

  Diving is not that difficult- I’ve held onto trickier things over time than just this breath. Diving is not what’s difficult, not that descent into darkness- it is the light that blinds, it is the sun that burns. Diving is not that difficult- we swim into silence, current cuts movement, we make moments of […]

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BOOKENDS; A CITE OR A SHADOW

  A city and a shadow, a choice; to stay or leave, to concede and crown myself as conquered and then be crushed or to continue on as committed commuter, to be complacent or constantly curious for more light so as to comprehend the darkness, to break down the barrier between all there is to […]

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YELLOW LIGHT

  I never knew how far I could bend before I would break until it snapped before the sunrise before the yearning of the yellow light found me longing, looking for a lost breath in the back of a dark chest I had filled with every worry that wasn’t mine. Even an elastic knows its […]

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A PANICKED PULL

— Beat. Break. Beat. Break. — Is there a monitor of these movements                 that shift beneath the skin? A rummaging within the ribs. I hear a broken bird                 beating against the bars of its cage, broken. – All organs […]

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