Love was
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2w ago
Love was    Love was a party two pumped up balloons set free bumping on the ground clumsy with gravity dead air left to deflate   Love was a meal haute cuisine portions like leftovers pushed around the plate all the ingredients you learned to hate the dishes left stacked in the sink   Love was a dream an IKEA bed unmade   rough wood sheets rucked and stained with sweat and blood an atlas left unwashed unchanged   Love was and is a door   unhinged   ..read more
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Lazarus (post-mortem)
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1M ago
  Lazarus (post-mortem)    Imago remembers her mother caresses the skin of memories feels its tightness the hair rising at the nape of her neck yet there are folds and creases in the story where the narrative is hidden or erased those movements the mathematics the grammatical elisions of cause and effect which have been wrapped in the warp and weft of time trapped like bubbles in the blood bending thought the iron bar of identity reshaping the curve squaring the circle the slice of pie    the integer the Fraction the transcendental I never escaping ..read more
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Snowman
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3M ago
  snowman     Imago watches snow fall like slow rain each flake unique a six-sided trick shaped by its journey to cluster on the surfaces of the earth compound as simple as water a herd animal sheltering in a storm the shrugging on of another skin a snowball fight an Olympic event a snowman atop a mountain the reaching of a peak an iceberg on the tip of the tongue a glacier as slow as time an avalanche as quick an age advances retreats reveals a fingerprint like a fossil a Christmas card the icing on the cake   How the heart melts ..read more
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Such a thing
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3M ago
  such a thing       as a cake there on a white plate untouched there’s some kind of cake a fruit charlotte the succulence of apple with berries bleeding into the meringue mixed in with the crispy pastry crumble a work of art colours texture working in the mind on the palate the tongue the soft gush of saliva the plain white canvas of the plate I take a fork break off a piece but am stopped the hostess leaning in over me her hand holding down my own a cake fork she says insistent replacing the fork in my hand with a cake fork and I am stopped for a moment a ..read more
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Clear out
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4M ago
  clear-out    the skip arrives   unloaded like a burden metal against metal   the machinery the grinding mechanics of what is still yet empty with the attitude of a coffin chosen but unfilled sturdy   then the work begins   years that have carelessly gathered in boxes overfilled and spilling in black binbags stuffed bursting and split amongst webs forlorn and tattered are dragged and heaved through opened windows   to fall   cascades of childhoods a honeymoon and holidays of clothes outgrown cast-offs and hand-me-downs the bro ..read more
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Exuviation
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5M ago
  Exuviation     Imago wakes one day to wonder if the soul Of the child will accompany the soul of the adult into heaven For in a dream from which he awoke in a sweat His younger selves lay upon the floor discarded Were draped over chairs drying had been folded carefully Then stuffed into chests of drawers were hanged In cluttered wardrobes unwashed unironed innocent Blooded   bloodied and fleshless   price paid Disingenuous unsung Imago shivers in the skin he is yet to shed Naked and cold with no hands to hold ..read more
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On stage
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5M ago
  onstage       there’s all that waiting in the wings other people’s time   for you nothing just a twinkle in someone’s eye and then led to what you believe is centre stage not yet spotlit   the lights coming up taking an age the crowd restless and so many extras and those first-night nerves that last a lifetime even with all that prompting and such a short run   a premiere an unending rehearsal ending in Act VI   the curtain closed the auditorium empty the stage in darkness the caretaker’s turning of the key   ev ..read more
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In wonder
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6M ago
in wonder   in the atlas of my body there is the country of me a kingdom where I rules we suppose the heart its beating of life of love – can life love live in the meat the muscle of a ticking clock? or the brain? that tissue of lies of lives the story the pathology of the diseased the narrative breadcrumbs once upon a time … a sneeze and therein the mind find it scan it X- ray the map X marks the spot buried treasure   look in the mirror each day   trace the quiet betrayal as the body deserts you stare at the intimacy of DNA the flag the coat a little worn a hand-m ..read more
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A view from a window
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6M ago
  a view from a window   a garden blanketed   somewhat desolate there’s a bench rimmed in snow its back struts darkly visible   a rack of ribs old bones aching with the cold piano keys unplayed   a noteless wordless stave and opposite   a buried flower bed with frozen knuckles of black stems clawing the air and beyond by the high wall a colonnade of deciduous trees arterial diagrammatic and exact supporting a blank sky   silence    trying to picture the summer that would eventually paint this scene to feel its heat t ..read more
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Them dead
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7M ago
  them dead   it’s hard to think of them dead when there’s always been that absence the excuses of time and distance they’re still not here in the same way living in that part of the mind that does not mind yet lingers constantly on its own innocence that part of the mind where no one really ages and the futures always there   waiting   undelivered the book’s unturned pages where you’ve been living since you were seventeen or so   no matter what the mirror suggests the incremental stages of departure unseen unnamed     uncalled ..read more
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