BETWEEN THE COURSES AND THE CLOTH

  Gracious and godly, if I recall correctly, you sat stocky at the table and told us your passions for paintings and pretty things and how you’d fallen often, of late, on bended knee over a foreign body to worship the whole beauty of his being. I was shy of 20 at the time, new […]

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THE LIGHT INSIDE THE BOOKS

  I found where they keep the light- here, at the far end of the long road, just up from childhood summers near slip-away shores, contained in a considered space where books are bound to interest and cosy corners tipped in velveteen seductions of blue that does anything but chill. Funny, to find this here, […]

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GOOD DAY

  They call it Good Friday, Mum initiates the conversation early for fish and chips and somewhere, not far from subconscious, I near a church and its pressure leaning in on her sudden sway for the taste of something fishy, less meaty, today, on this Good Friday where tales tell of salt and vinegar and […]

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THE JUDGEMENT OF THE SHADOWS

  Did we smile at each other, at least, at all, before the bond broke that day, that morning, after the dawn rose in all its innocence, imperceptive of how it would part us, ignorant of the virtue you’d lost and the sadness it would cost. And did you feel the judgment of the shadows? […]

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TURBULENT SACRIFICE

  Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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BLACK THREADS

  Worthy. Are we worthy? Are you? I am not worthy to receive you. I am not worthy. These are not the words of any wizard, of any wonder, of any wonderful god. Wonderful does not whip us with worthless. Wonderful does not teach worthless words. Worthy. I am not worthy… These are the words […]

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THE DREAM; SUNDAY NIGHT, ALMOST LIGHT

  The Dream; Sunday Night, Almost Light. I dream of dark nights that cannot hold their identity tight, that break into tight pieces of light when mind succumbs to dream’s dimension and stumbles (still sweaty under sheets) upon hidden altar in open field, light cast as day amid dark of night, depth of dream, this […]

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CREATION IS FALLING

  There are shadows falling shifting suspicions into shapes there are shadows falling features fading into fears There are shadows falling There are dreams waking as babies sleep under blankets there are dreams waking as stars diminish in darkening skies There are dreams disappearing within an impossible reality There are shadows in dreams there is […]

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The War Of the Worlds

How did it feel to hang By nails And wait for a death You were born to endure? Created by The Father As a symbol Of His power To save A crumbling humanity. He gave you life For it to be ripped from your body. No saving grace for you, No end to the pain, […]

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