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Mousepocket

Mousepocket In the fields is the shim sham man Now we are in the bales I got the holy screeches The sun did pop down And I snugged away in a burrow Smelling of sweet hay Here I is, not … Continue reading

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On Writing

  On Writing Viveca in her white dress With cobalt embroidery Is nobody’s memory In her soft moss lined mules She walks as children walk Down the hot peeling street Of dusty pastel posters She was never anyone Drinking grenadine … Continue reading

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Small Fairground

Small Fairground Their voices peal a gamelan of tones Perhaps there is a paddling pool Wriggling toe-fish in rubbery water A too cold breeze… I only have these little sounds to play with A rockpool of reminders Where each sense … Continue reading

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Danaë

Danaë The trees have been so whipped by gods They show their tears in drifts of coins Paying their obeisance to the soil In flashing polka dots strewn like confetti Upon the veils of still-green juices I am affronted by … Continue reading

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The Blood of Ghosts

The Blood of Ghosts On this star where nothing matches, the clueless seek pennies Under a gold streaked sky, a woman sits on a great rock The vestiges of love wrapped around her, ghost blood Is the colour of  limes … Continue reading

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Orphan Pages Ripped from a BlackCat Book

  Effie and The Dreamer sat in the Milk Soda café drinking  skinny cheap dank coffees and nibbling stale rice flour langues de chat. She had been reading Avarice and the Duchess by Francine Patel and rather liked the idea … Continue reading

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Frozen April

Frozen April Etiolated sappy leaves flop beneath a hard frost The temperament of the blue woods is like a woman Without a man she loves; gone overseas without a letter In the fields the confused birds take straws to build … Continue reading

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