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Existential White Rabbit

Earthworks painting by Veronica Existential White Rabbit Everyone wishes the moon would talk to them Secretly, they believe they know her better Than all her many lovers that when Thom sings our favourite lullaby The book falling from his hands … Continue reading

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Blue Coffee at Solstice

  Blue Coffee at Solstice Solstice runs its tongue along the horizon Tasting the iron and salt in the forest’s edge Light creeps round the tower’s clock Showing the shattered side As well as the perfect profile. Animals run gravely past … Continue reading

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Palmistry

Palmistry Who tickled the small tongues of the mosses The lichens concentric mustard blooms? Ran his hand along the wall to read the varying tufts Spread out braille for a half blind man to read? Who tore a tiny rooted being out of … Continue reading

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Shush

Shush  You said you were giving up, giving in It is your way to fight, you told me Like a small mouse caught up a drainpipe Eyeballs a cat, you’ll be ok. But I’m lost- a whole country Where poverty is shifted about Like … Continue reading

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Imperfect Arcadia

Imperfect Arcadia Dammed up water overflows from a spring Decorate my face with flowers then! Bid them leave offerings beneath my eyes My mouth opens like a fish O drunkenly… There is no meaning in becoming a waterfall There is no sense in … Continue reading

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Four Thousand Secrets

Four Thousand Secrets Repository of dreams, lidded like a sewing box Loveliness of nothingness, that no one wants to hear Wind soughing in the branches, the way the window Went jet black as if a mirror made of ink had … Continue reading

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what is it like to lie in the attic concealed with the covering of dust upon the dust cover?

what is it like to lie in the attic concealed with the covering of dust upon the dust cover? I’ll tell you: the nights come one on one the little stars rise their eyes alight on the whitening shape of … Continue reading

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