Saturday, October 31, 2020

When Snow is Melting

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  When the snow is going, time is melting; think deforming clocks. S poons stretching their necks into slim e thin slimness crani...
Friday, October 30, 2020

Speaking to Alzheimer's

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  When words fail, sing; magnet for all those filings, splintered thoughts; sing the lasso of a familiar song , draw in those...
Thursday, October 29, 2020

At her Dying

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  In memory of my mother What to say, what words to pick; wo rds so freely s cattered , now that she was breathing fitfully, within minu...
Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Spears of Mountain Grass

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  Spears of mountain grass bronze tipped and edged, grading to gold, to green; tufts splayed like ceremonial headdresses, gleaming in ...
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Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Ambition

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  Love found us sleeping with multiples of ourselves a s we divined all of us that we are, strove towards all we could be, a...
Monday, October 26, 2020

It Blurs

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  What I didn’t expect: it all blurs. What a rare ol’ time it was: blurred; what closeness : blurred; what excitement: blurred. ...
Sunday, October 25, 2020

Deforestation

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  Deforestation: another cancer-ridden lung, its blacken ing tissue, from the air, ugly as any tumour, a s aggressive a cancer as w...
Saturday, October 24, 2020

Sense Action Being

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  Tiger rests, tongue slakes flames, zen-like in shadow patch beneath over-arching fronds; when e arshot goes click, eyes ight open...

Imagining

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  imagine the dim muddy sunlight that filters into lake water imagine those perfectly round, olive green leaves drifting by trailing t...
Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Wooden Posts

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  T wo wooden posts, maybe five metres apart, driven into the ground near the edge of a moor, a desolate, wild expanse; the connect...
Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Home Cinema

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  How magical it all was: al l of us gathered in the sitting-room, watching every moment of the setting up of screen and projector, the...
Monday, October 19, 2020

Arrogance

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  Misplaced and crass, worn like plate armour by a man who'll pass completely,  almost as quickly as his breath on glass.
Sunday, October 18, 2020

Half a Greeting Card

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  Between the leaves of a book, I find half a greeting card; the picture, not the message. The book has been a long time untouched, but ...
Friday, October 16, 2020

A Bright Night Blue

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  Blue, bright night blue, painted evenly across the sky. A moon’s yellow halo low above the dunes, smooth undulating dunes, or...
Thursday, October 15, 2020

Your Photograph

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  The photograph on the wall has turned blue; I can’t remember the original colours, and the image is turning in to fog. I’d forgott...