Tag Archives: life

The Black Earth of the Arawak.

  The Black Earth of the Arawak. The sun broke the sky into three pointed stones. Eye stones, keep stones, earth stars, voices Tall girls were washing the string from juicy leaves To weave into baskets to crush the toxic … Continue reading

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Alice and Pi

Alice and Pi Pleasure is not formatted It is clouds inside a builder’s van Not inside but magically inserted Via the ordinary glass Holst plays a  symphonic broadcast To Venus, he is gone now But he can still compose Listen, … Continue reading

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The Shadows of Oaks

Artwork by Veronica Aldous- stitch and stain on leaf dyed wool felt.  The Shadows of Oaks I have spent 50 years engaging oak trees in conversation the answers come in the form of  shadowplay and at nightfall certain  peculiar moths. … Continue reading

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Mandelbrot

As steps of shadows ache, let all things fall there is a pattern but none within can make sense of it at all so push or drift as silk or stone will slide or crash within the chamber exposing pain … Continue reading

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Oh lovely webs

Oh lovely webs   The older I get the more I see everything is overlaid it is immaterial a silky trance transparent moving dripping core of stillness bright core. Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

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Relational

Relational When I awoke With that cold apple in my hand They asked me ‘Is it faith or conciousness?’ As I couldn’t speak just yet Being numbed by the  chambers of my heart The diastolic interstices, the silence Mirrored all silences … Continue reading

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My soul has toothache

From biting down too hard on it, the fragrant peach Split its stone, a pit of my unbelonging, pith of dreams A transcendental fixation on finding the right fruit Has brought me to a hard dry embankment Dislocation is rainsoaked map of the present The … Continue reading

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