WHEN ONE HAS PERSPECTIVE AND THE OTHER JUST THE SHELL

Sun shines over sea shell. One holds an echoand the other; a memory of how it feltbeneath the wave, before it dug up the word drought. From this angle, I can see the water consideringits return, but I hold the perspective of distanceand the shell; only sand. And that echo of the sun burning. Sun […]

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BERRY KISSES, COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS

  Bright red berries linger on bushes before sunsets like lip’s lightness that lingers after kisses. Bright red berries tremble in the afterglow of careful witness like mouths that modulate after tender caress. Bright red berries adorn towering twigs thick and tall like lips in favour of that fine flexed flesh. Bright red berries slip […]

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 2, BERRY KISSES

  Bright red berries linger on bushes before sunsets like lip’s lightness that lingers after kisses. Bright red berries tremble in the afterglow of careful witness like mouths that modulate after tender caress. Bright red berries adorn towering twigs thick and tall like lips in flavour of that fine flexed flesh. Bright red berries slip […]

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Joni on the Mantelpiece

  They met in Paris, first, temple street, 2nd floor, Capricious teenagers cavorting into their twenties, Ardent and ernest, like you were once, in Greece, In Californian climes, casually cruising that fragrance Of embryonic adulthood, a god-fearing blonde And a darker haired homo reading her his poems, Pathetic irrational rhymes while she postulated His meaning, […]

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