IN CONSIDERATION OF WHAT TO PRAISE

  Let us praise the Son returned, Mother and not rush to bash the dishes in the sink at the sound of how much I have grown since that shore where I broke from your breast, surely I was meant to be weaned before we both grew wizened. Let us praise the burial of Agony […]

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THE IDENTITY OF AN ISLANDER

  Entity. Identity. I identify. Running gives no reason until you run out of places to hide. Identity. I identify. I recognise now what it means to be connected. A continent can be chaos. An island doesn’t have to isolate. I. Island. I can identify as an entity of this island. I didn’t hear them […]

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GRAZING GREENS

  I set down upon your shores, those grazing greens of my childhood memory displaced as tears rained over the darkness of your sleeping fields, once seeping with humble hope, once filled with a fine blood even famine could not blight, now flooded with a feeling of regret or relief, too dark to tell, too […]

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THE RETURN TO THE WATER

  At 20 I was reckless, I waded into waters with careless concern for direction. At 40 I had grown to understand grounding; it was not the water that rushed through me but the bed my body rested on. I stand again over the waters, rushing always onwards, but have found my place in a […]

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WHILE TIME STOOD STILL

You were watching While I was sleeping When time stood still. Was I dreaming We were loving While time stood still? In our meeting There was comfort And time stood still. I was hungry, You were chocolate When time stood still. In the morning You were pensive And time stood still. Were you thinking Of […]

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