Between the lines and through the lens…
Bait Young love wore a black beret before I’ve even acquired a taste for the garlic. Desire, in the face of desolation, was the fuel of youth and knowledge, or lack thereof, its propeller and I was propelled. Bliss Years later I still hold the perfume- late night, 22, me, him and a motorbike […]
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I took the ferry, once again, that morning, after a long repose, to the other side, the one formerly ‘his side’, the side I used, so often, to cross to, to eat, to sleep, to kiss, to share, the same ferry that took me from the real world to his world, which became my […]
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Another oldie as we drift to the end of another season… — It happens, now and then, That slight shift in the season, A new light, a different dusk, A gentle breeze that brushes you Into remembering a moment in the memory, A time, once far removed, Now returned, repeated, relived And there […]
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What to report? To what port must you swim, in how little can one drown (shallow is often the sister to shady) air is not anything until it is nothing and nowhere, (sometimes existence is only revealed through disappearance) – are you someone until you are seen in the eyes of another? […]
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Daddy didn’t know how to say it, didn’t know how to do it, Daddy didn’t know how to ask it, but Daddy knew how to break it, like it broke before, like they broke him before, like they beat him to the floor and the butterfly flaps his wings in confusion in the garden […]
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New notes quivering on a quaver, new rhythms rattling through the repercussions of older rhymes; echoes of former crescendos that crashed too soon, convoluted cords that quickly constricted comprehension, reasons now realised to be unreasonable, yet old fears still trickle-down worn keys, no longer black and white, no longer wrong or right, (is there […]
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Slip me in like a pill, ride these waves, this thrill. We are supplements to sensations, swimming upstream; salmon fighters, fresh for flesh, eager igniters. Lick these lips, take me; this pill, me green and you blue, there is no choice, addiction is not a selection but a devouring infection. You are base now […]
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See me, see in me, see the sea in me, see in me motion moving, from an outstretched ocean, returning, movements manoeuvring; the sea in me, seeping, seeping out of me, sweeping over you, over us now, not just me now, not just you and me now, us now, us two now, too. The […]
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Day 25; National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo If I could reset the world I would start it with a kiss on a silent night In the corner of winter, summer has claimed the light, dark corners need our attention more than the sound of the sea and the smell of the sunscreen. If I could […]
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There in the crook of hope, like fluff caught in the navel, of youth barely tasted, (I had barely licked air) of freedom newly found, (note: first flights often fail) of fulfillment before it failed (before we faded), I am in a bed in Belfast no longer bloody (the city not yet I) no […]
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