THE NEXT NOTE

  Wondering how to move now after such torpidity, wondering how to recognise now the trenches as we take slow steps across the battle fields of playgrounds, bus stops and aisles packed with questions of contagion carried in other people’s trollies. Wondering how to move again after such paralysis- limbs lurching as thoughts shift forward […]

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IN PARIS. A PAIR. TASTING

  We ate late, always- dinner a meal of plucked observations as much to titillate as to taste. We devoured each other, always- before dessert added too much sweetness to our combative copulations. Sometimes I pressed my mouth so hard against your lips that you’d have to swallow your own words. Sometimes when we weren’t […]

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CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME

Would I have kept you closer, longer, if you’d been a soft toy that found my empty arms when the nights were endless instead of your characteristically classy chaos the posters never chose to optimize or were we meant to be just chalk running into the deluge of the rainstorm? Should I have been less […]

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WHEN THINGS EVENTUALLY GIVE WAY

  We were waiting for the green man beneath the blue sky, waiting on an open corner to cross over, do you remember? A simple day of smiling sunshine, an easy lunch of eating smiles and we were laughing, were laughing at everything and nothing- at the osteopath and his cracking observations and the sunshine […]

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TIPS FOR CLEANING UP

  I saw a jellyfish once, just beyond the tide, a tick away from time’s reach where it couldn’t sting. On the same beach, once, though years later, as we dipped our desires below the moonlight, I lost your ring. A week later I found your sting was laying in other beds. I thought love […]

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THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE

  Part I           I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It felt like I was watching the seasons change as the leaves lost their gleam in the sunlight, found their […]

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BOOKENDS; ALL THE WATER CARRIES OFF WITH IT

  There will always be a part of me standing by the water’s edge, watching how much of us got washed away and wondering how much more sunk so deep below the surface that it is now a captive more to your careful concrete than that ever coldly cutting current.     All words and […]

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