THE DEPTH UNDER THE MOON

  Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine whether the depth is worth the […]

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THE CHILD INSIDE THE MAN

  Oh child, sweet child, sleeping so beneath these big shoes and ties knotted to a life of change and choice, but we had to run, had to keep going, didn’t we have grow up so quickly; stand up, show up, give up, pay up. Oh child, sleeping child, so sweet beneath this bitter battle […]

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CONNECTIONS

Water Silent Stillness Reflection. Connection Make the connection Elements Water Earth Air I can be fire The fire I walk on water I dream I walk on water I see stillness I dream I walk on the stillness of the water I hear the silence I am the silence dreaming of the stillness that walks […]

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RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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ATOMS

  You there, yes, you, checking out your hairdo with your books begging to the opened or your totes from Thomas’ cutting across this triskeled campus, teacher or seeker or refugee looking for a rest along the rocky road of resistance, stand still for a moment and see beyond yourself, your day, your demands, beyond […]

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TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

  Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to  Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water,  […]

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I DREAM

  Dreaming,   seeing time as something silky you can slip though,   rearranging reality,   the hours revolving around minutes around molecules neither past nor present;   the future still waiting to be moulded,   dreaming of tempering time;   of breaking it   of bending it;   redrawing curt corners into kinder curves, […]

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MOMENT AFTERWARDS 

  In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping.   Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before.   We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over.   […]

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WHAT IS POETRY, TO ME, TO YOU?

A few months ago at work, here at our Paris Atelier,  I took part in a workshop on presentation. As a pattern maker by day for the women’s wear brand & Other Stories I don’t really have a need to present. For my job I interpret designs, create patterns; shapes, forms, work out mathematical proportions of […]

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