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There is a conversation here I am not aware of, a group of words clustering, looking for a new home There is a meaning hidden, like a child playing a game, tucked inside a line, a Derrida-like violence to language What I have said is what I have said but then that word passes through […]
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There is no need, they say to reopen the wounds, and I would not want that to be my vocation I would rather be the staple that closes up the gash, or the thread running through the seam I would rather be the bandage covering the soreness, or the light and arid balm spread across […]
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Was it a blessing or a curse to have parents whose faith left no doubt that God was always with them? Looking over their shoulder like a trusted friend guiding them as they raised their son But I was the gay son not perfect in their world I was lost to them in trying to […]
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One question leads to another, one truth becomes a new page, and new answers to be found, new questions, new words, because all we have in the end are words, and we sit in a pile of them, sorting for what’s true.
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More & more in a muddleSomewhere in the middleYou turn in on yourselfwhere’s there’s no-one else. You don’t know where to look.Autumn leaves left underfoot& a green-finch on the pathyou remember seeing in the past. A snail-shell weighing you down;All your possessions lost & found.Slow-worms & slugs that go on slow.Blackbirds & thrushes lying low. …
Dickensian Kenneth as is his ilkIn pyjama regalia picks up the milk.Slippers quick-march hup hup one twoBack at the double to Breakfast HQ. Where in her eggcup marmalade empireTea toasted soldier paraphernalia,Victorianaâs rule of thumb clear;Heâs under hers âYes love, no dearâ. âXâ marks the spot on his Union Jack botWhere the canvassing Conservative candidate …
Drunk on revengeSee them square up to each other.The same old scraps.The same old bother. They hold their minute of silencewhile bad-mouthing and incapable of keeping silent.One day, both sides might come to their sensesas amateur giant-killing peacemakers beat professional war mongers in a cup tie upset that sends dailies into delirious cup fever excitement. …
what are parents thinking these days? a baby named raspberry should be small, round, and purple, squeezable, and growing on a thorn-sharp vine.
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Worked as efficient and dependable as freshly oiled clock wheels and happened every afternoon as regular as the work these wheels tick-tocked for. Coming devastatingly on time and following a similar structure and pattern as cardiac arrests. A small one around 3pm followed by a bigger more sadistic (Teeth pulling!) one, on or around 5:15pm. […]
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now wait and send again after the pen has left my hand after you know my mind and I divine our cafeteria order hold for a moment and set the page with my hand on yours this time begins again now and then now and then I can see you leaving as you arrive More […]
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