ORIGINS

  We are not always daughter to the day or son to the stars. Some times space shrinks and we find ourselves light years away from the planets that hold the answers to where we came from. We take giant steps across uncharted terrains, nerves attached to transmitters connected to nothing but a need to […]

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TWO NORTHERN MAGNETS

  We scold, even at frightening distances, you burn, there, at the centre of the sun and I roar back across the stars at you, from this comet that cannot commit, at how you could run so cold. Our landings were nothing less than lumpy- you wanted to shine so I caught you that sun […]

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BRIGHT LIGHTS IN GARDEN PONDS

  Stars dance at the bottom of the back garden where the rain waits in shallow ponds for the earth to lick it dry. Reflections are dependent on position- you cannot catch the moon lying on the ground from the front window where the sun lingered a little longer today than the tear stained back […]

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SHINY HAPPY PERSON

  I do not play chess. I grew bored of board games at an early age, as an only child who lived in his head where fairies were magical and not mauled. I guess I had enough make believe on my shoulder, already. I was ultra-shy as a kid, I guess I didn’t understand who […]

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THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

  And we are all a sum of circles spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]

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THE PRICE OF A STAR

  And she sang of hope and harmony in a borrowed frock on Tuesday nights in a smoky bar below the Bowery where the Irish downed their whiskey while the Italians were always frisky and they touched her, always, after; her faithful followers fingering flesh as if to caress the affection she injected into lyrics […]

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STARDUST

  Stardust… the fallout from the flames, a nebulous of what was once known by names, now falling, through time and space, trailing dust, a trail of gentle dust in place of touch, in lieu of place, in lieu of hold and how we hold; tighter and stronger, longer, after, trying to hold a star, […]

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FROM AFAR

  In Space is the silence so sacred that stillness is a solace to the spinning? Are star lights like dainty daisies that illuminate the night? Is the earth but a beacon of beauty when viewed from afar, so far that you cannot hear Man and his kind screaming?     All words and photographs […]

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