June 7, 2011
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I wanted to tell him I knew what he was going through but I couldn’t because I’ve never wanted to kill myself my stories are insignificant and yet, when I finally said I know all these feelings he paused in … Continue reading
September 26, 2010
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I wrote a poem it held a big idea in it and it presented itself en mas, an image visceral in essence and complicated in words and when I put a pen to it it landed at my feet way … Continue reading
August 2, 2010
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Week 3 ~ What a difference going first makes. Last week I felt completely short-changed by the whole feedback process of the workshop, fielding my contribution last and with little time. This week, I stepped up first, into the undiluted … Continue reading
July 10, 2010
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he says; there is more fear in living like one atom, one chromosome slid away from Everything and in this, he lost a crucial memory and if the last breath were to resolve as a chant resolves into nothingness like … Continue reading
July 10, 2010
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I am not ever a known (that’s a whole lot of exploring and exposing to agitate) and while some visibility might suit me it really is a distraction to seek to be known I am not even a known my … Continue reading
June 29, 2010
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we can cry for a baby mouse disable in the chase of cat n mouse and we can cry for our broken dream where it feels like the universe has taken sides against us it is the same open … Continue reading
August 7, 2009
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I can’t write of an angry man (that’s who you say you are) I can’t write how the fire (dark shadows) flares and snarls about vengeance and justice and becomes the intense (be)longing You know … Continue reading
June 16, 2009
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at your doorstep sand forms it’s own dunes blown by time to remind you again and again your high and low tides emotions run their course and with it the lessons that a stream and a current sent to the … Continue reading
June 6, 2009
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I want to see his eyes I want to look at them and know his comfort how he extends his chin in such a way already accepting humanity and love a serene countenance like sinking into sun sets … Continue reading
April 11, 2009
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My focus is stolen like rain splattered glass blurring all colours of life into shades of born green pulsating a rhythm and floating a thought into view and out again my happiness is borrowed from the kind eyes down the … Continue reading