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 BOOK BETWEEN US

  You handed me the book and left, off to another room, another existence beyond my sight, (even sight of that moment was selective), you left me with that book in hand, hand in hand with that room where black edged over white, where comfort was clinical and cradled no clarity (though I wasn’t looking […]

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THE STRUGGLE

To be a poet of The heart and mind Is to step away From all that is close And to look back From afar. To struggle With the truth Of what we are told And to search for What we believe. To fall on the road And document the struggle To stand again. To be […]

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