BOWING TO THE BEARERS OF LIGHT IN THE SHADE

  We break from the path to follow the light, light that has no alignment to direction, to road or wood, less wandered or not, light that touches trees that have known more darkness than I will ever close my eyes to see and still they stand to catch the light, looking like leopards now […]

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POTTERS ON THE ROAD

  I am free in the morning, in this morning town, waking, slipping from slumber like skin from sheets, like wings above clouds conquering concerns that come a calling and I am falling upwards, falling in love with light can feel it sparkling, even at day break, even when days break, falling for all that […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, THE RUSTLING

  Rustle rocks, the night has murmured to the soul; Peace cannot rest in the shade for long, it seeks but a sanctuary for a season, Eden could not flower forever, there were other fields waiting to be found as fertile, other apples begging to be tasted, other counties where curiosity wasn’t a closure to […]

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CAST OFF

– Along the river bed, long running with water already washed through our hands, – long is not the hold we have to harbour, – long running with this water no longer light at its level, no longer smooth along its sands, – along this bend of river I cast into the current, like a […]

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BOUND 

  We are to the road bound, paved in method, measure and movement, we dig trenches, turn earth and choke with cement (no joke). We are to the light drawn, toward the harbour, the heat and the hope, bound to shore, to security, to bath and body (to stroke). We are seekers of shelter along […]

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BALLOON

  Balloon, the balloon, see the balloon… see thoughts float through space, meander through the mind, wild thoughts, drifting thoughts, black thoughts, orange thoughts, thoughts arriving unannounced, uninvited, unaware of the current climate, thoughts that rise like balloons on silent streets on sleepy Sundays in the suburbs to shock and surprise (though if no one […]

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IN THE GARDEN OF MOTHER EARTH

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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