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With your lion's-mane fringeof boldest yellow, youlook down on meor look up to the sky. When I was a childI used to measure my height by youtall in the summer sun always taller than Iyet I knew, if I plucked a handfulof your zebra-stripped seedsand planted them I'd grow a plant which I could tower... Continue Reading →
The whole sky aches with anticipation; birds burst into song.The sky is clear and I can hearthe coming of the dawn. The salt sea sleeps in its silent splendour at peace with the sceneluminescence streaks the skyand I am born again. Oh, for a baptism half as bright! Bathed in celestial lightafter winter thought to pull me under:bless... Continue Reading →
I dreamt the Theatre was deadand I revived it single-handedly.So how did I revive the Theatre?What did that mean, exactly? I sprinkled the air with fairy dustnothing more than usual, justmotes which dance in shafts of light - thought that would do just right. Then there was the varnish smellfrom the wooden boards long-troddenlonger abandoned,... Continue Reading →
How can they not know you?You whose voice moves meyou sing songs of truthto a world looking the other way. You whose voice moves meand moves all others who can hearhow can they not hear you? You sing songs of truthsome people do not want to hear the truthcomforted by denial. To a world looking... Continue Reading →
I thought I'd try something a little different today. This week, I have been struggling with PMDD, so I have been spending a lot of time practising meditation. I listen to a lot of guided meditations online, but I've never found one which uses poetry as its basis. I think this is a shame, because... Continue Reading →
As the magnetic resonance flashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only... Continue reading at MasticadoresUSA. I have been writing a lot about life and death recently. Perhaps it is because of the pandemic, which has brought this topic... Continue Reading →
So quiet and desolatethere the forest stands,like a disarmed soldier staresbeyond, with empty hands. No longer does it roar nor shrinkbeneath the distant sun -as in a waking dream of kingsbeneath the mountain, Krn. Alas, by wind, by waterall my joy has fled…as barren as nature’s evening mistby twilight silence fed. As there within the... Continue Reading →
I write my heart out down the page in big, bold letters: HereEverAfterReadTruth I also write my truth. What is my truth? ToReceive Understanding Travel Here Travel where? To the: Compass-defyingEternalNeverlandTidalReciprocalEden If I’d used American English, this would have read ‘Eden Reciprocal.’ Perhaps it would have sounded better. Still, it’s the same place: the centre of a black... Continue Reading →
The oldest messenger in the universe,yet ageless:through you we are able to travel back in timeand 'see into the life of things.'My son asked me if it would ever be possible to build a time machine,I told him 'we already have one.'I also told him not to be afraid to die, one day,because we are... Continue Reading →
Sweet on the outsideskin soft and waxy-toughbitter in the middle My Auntie bought a bag of them she told me 'these are not for you'which meant (of course) I had to try:I didn't like them. Originally from Chinaa place where I have never beenoriental citrus A Twenty-something housesittingthe Cemetery Lodge, 'Help yourself to the liquor,... Continue Reading →
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