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Articulation

The inception is an image. Sparks in synapses, implosion of the heart, some flowing gash in the soul. The inception is an idea. Floating dust in the garden where truth lives until caught by...

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sometimes it feels like you are dying

you cry too loudly in movies when people die wish the dark velvet cinema chairs would swallow you whole or at least hold you tighter in their soft arms  you walk home along the...

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The Collector

I was always a collector. Stickers placed lovingly in plastic-skinned books swapped for a felt unicorn beckoning with it’s horn. Stacks of magazines at my bedroom door in glossy-lipped deceit, glaring white teeth, speech-bubbled...

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Listen

There is no creature more powerful than music, voracious collector of sound and feeder of feeling, capturing the beast of life with strums of her stringy tongue, beating down halls with heavy drums of...

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Broken Seashells

I write pages about my dead mother like I’ve no faith in the living, like you are all broken seashells slicing through the soles of my feet as I stalk the road to reach...

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Hey Mr Pickpocket Man

Standing in Legian Bali my pretty jumpsuit on, intoxicated skunk I partied till the dawn. Got a bunch of new friends, beer can in the hand, and i’m feeling so excited m’feet forget to...

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Utopia

You have been missing for a long time now, reaching for air listlessly, making lost noises. Your eyes have glazed over- pupils shifiting in and out of focus, a confused camera searching to capture. Dreams unfurl behind...

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Hospice Night Thoughts

Some hospice nights I write pretentious poetry while stealing last glances at my sleeping mother, transpiring events making up for my lack of a real voice, mixing cliche similes with over-egged metaphors, trying to...

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Grandma Says

Grandma says she knew from how we left too fast when he called to pick  us up on Saturdays.   Mummy would scuttle through the flat like a cockroach, packing freshly baked cookies still cooling on...