THE SWEETER SONG

  Dominant bird rings on repeat his call in the late afternoon- arriba, arriba, arriba he appears to echo whilst other feathered fellows join in his mash-up as if they all know the price is now time sensitive- this has become their season to shine- they sing and we sit in their shadow, the quiet […]

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THE NEXT NOTE

  Wondering how to move now after such torpidity, wondering how to recognise now the trenches as we take slow steps across the battle fields of playgrounds, bus stops and aisles packed with questions of contagion carried in other people’s trollies. Wondering how to move again after such paralysis- limbs lurching as thoughts shift forward […]

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THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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COMING BACK TO COURAGE

  I’d heard of songs being sung in other fields before I could even read the notes. Sometimes scores are set before the scenes have even been shot. Brave, they said, but I shrugged and set off. I had yet to learn how fear could freeze. A fool’s soliloquy is often lighter than the enlightened […]

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WHEN NATURE HEARD ME AND I FOUND HIM

  Husky voice cribs my troubling thought. I turn with fear hard on heel at the far end of an ancient lane. I borrowed these footsteps, I reply to the open side of a ploughed field where wires allow random thoughts to teleport across the sky. This is not your path. This was the thought […]

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BOOKENDS; GOLDEN GREENS IN THE GARDEN OF GREEDY YOUTH

  In days now distant, we were one floor up, apartment dwellers whose viewless windows revealed to us more than the darkness that tried to appeal to us. Tambourine Therese tapped her tunes of truths not yet tasted, tumble leaves freshly fallen from the trees in the apple orchard of golden greens begging to be […]

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SONG OF THE SEASON

  Come behold nature; this beautiful blossom, breathe the berry, warm wind on the daffodil, Eden’s sweet sanctuary, bloom beneath a blanket of peace, a murmur through the mountain vine, prairie bright with ancient rain, thrive seed through sacred stone, He sees a song in every season, gentle garden, wild wind, listen, live, love.   […]

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A FISH CAUGHT ON THE CURVE OF THE MOON

  Love is a red Russian rose on the run, a bouquet to brush the blues from their burdens. Hope is his hand on her head in the night, taking flight as that blue bird darkens. But her moon was in Pisces and she was said to be expunged by her sensitive soul but in […]

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SONG OF THE SEASON 

  Come behold nature; this beautiful blossom, breathe the berry, warm wind on the daffodil, Eden’s sweet sanctuary, bloom beneath a blanket of peace, a murmur through the mountain vine, prairie bright with ancient rain, thrive seed through sacred stone, He sees a song in every season, gentle garden, wild wind, listen, live, love.   […]

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