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12 May: Ritual
Ritual She tilts like a star leaning against her hip, slips into that dark galaxy void, where her eyes are gentle on her restless soul. And waves surge marble-hard, a chance to break against her thighs like flexing muscle fans. Her pulse quickens as she chants rituals in her own flickering light. I am 90%…
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12 May: To Grow A Thought
To Grow a Thought The sun shines into tucks of towels.It’s a scent of heatthat grazes the skin.The scent of sunbathers in burnt colours.Shades of cardinal-scarletstretched in lines at the white duskof morning. The air shatters with thunder.Half the sky is alivewith rain brushing clouds,while couples in lateness of lifechatter and buzzlike bees undeterred.And in…
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11 May: 1962 Cobalt Blue
Skagerrak: 1962 Cobalt Blue It was during the summer of 1962 thatmy dad painted June, July and August.Not painting the house, or bedrooms,or the kitchen that baby-puke avocadogreen to match Mum’s fridge. No. We rented a cottage that summeralong a stretch of grey flat beachthat was muffled in cool salty fogevery morning. My dad painted…
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10 May: A Lily’s Palette
A Lily’s Palette I love lilies.Mum hated them. But that’s not why I love them, although there was that contrary friction between us from time to time. I love them becausethey smell like church. Mum hated them becausethey smell like church. When Mum’s father passed away, Grandma filled the church with white lilies. The air…
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9 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
9 May Page 95 Just a little while upon the wind shall carry me. This is the last post for the found poems based on The Prophet, Khalil Gibran. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of…
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8 May: A Six – Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 8 Starlight Shines on the Roof By which I mean Nyx is scratching shadows and filling the street named after a saint with decomposing light. Tedium … when I peel potatoes, my mind wanders – and she didn’t ask Hades’ permission,…
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8 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
8 May page 94 Farewell to you and a dream, your longing for sky. Noontide is upon me, half waking in a deeper song of this single heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new…
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7 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
7 May page 92 My wings are their shadow, a free thing that moves ether. Fain vague words of misty decay. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from…
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6 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
6 May page 93 Whispering dreams that cloud your eyes, clay that fills your ears. These things are the captain of my ship, and this day has ended. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new…
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5 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
5 May page 91 Stranger. What storms will you net. Stranger. In what eagle’s nest will you dwell. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the book The…
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