BOOKENDS; BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]

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SUNKEN SHIPS AT SEA

  And down fell the sun and drowned within the sea and rough raged the wreckage as the sailors tried to flee. And down fell the sun as a storm claimed the skies and water stole the rafters and silence crushed the cries. And down fell the sun as the sirens swam to shore and […]

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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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CHRISTMAS COVER UP

  In the shadow of all its history, in the sorrow behind its sparkle, I sprinkle fairy lights on the drying roots of this dying tree.   At the summit of all its beauty, from the forest freshy felled, I place a blood red rose on this tree cut down from hope.   All words […]

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BUOYANT, Day 22 of A Month with Yeats

    Day 22 of A Month with Yeats and the quote from Jane Dougherty is: ‘I wander by the edge of this desolate lake where wind cries in the sedge:’ —W.B. Yeats My poem is: BUOYANT   Is it here where the tears come to find peace in this place of serenity? I lay […]

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FRIDAY 13TH, PARIS

  In the supermarket on Saturday in the 14th,  on the 14th, in numb November, in Paris, their Paris, our Paris, my Paris, people push grief  in comfortless trolleys  down shadowed aisles  of silence, strangers claiming their spaces in solidarity, in queues  of slow moving sorrow, seeing shadow in places  where once there was light,  […]

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