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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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Kingsman

Kingsman Your hair that I hid in A membrane of silence Vibrating the fuzz On a moth O kingsman Can I speak to you? By all that is thin, shaded, worn Ancient and frayed I will search the gold air Unwinding … Continue reading

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Full Fathom

Full Fathom I am not one of many; I am one who knew The volutes of your labyrinth A sliding hand on the inner skin The wall where pain had snagged And wrought its patterns now overlaid With sorrow’s bark; … 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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November 5th

  November 5th The sky slings its limp tarpaulin Over a wan summer colored arcade Walled away from chitter-chatter I wish I had brought a red lipstick Instead of this widow-dark shade Which printed a hostile fan on my cup The cake is … Continue reading

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How we write

How we write Is steps through hushing leaves, each footfall tempered By the slowly sifting knowledge that each has passed Its zenith, this  leaning on a moment where  breaths Are  caesurae dividing the daylight until night falls Sometimes rain spatters the pages, … 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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