Tag Archives: strangeness

impulse

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Jabbok

in slant and dappled light two kingdoms meet the running border of the river struggles with itself………stones smoothed………by wild water……..tumbling oblivious to the fall of chieftains the shift of power the shuffling of wealth are nothing here beyond sweet light … Continue reading

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Notifications

I click on the bell enjoy the joke from the Episcopalians feel commiseration rise with the friend engaged in struggle someone has liked my comment there are fish in it again why did I say that when is it celebration … Continue reading

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nodding acquaintance

a foxglove that I never plantedbut was pleased to see in leaf last yearis tall now….. and dark pinkbees visit…… sliding their fuzzy arsesinto the snug pipes of the flowersreading the secret codes of pollen I see it from my … Continue reading

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Biodegradable

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What’s the point of jellyfish?

I asked another jellyfish who being all curve and wobble could not compute the concept ‘point’ direction was a problem too we float we float our liquid selves within the liquid sea and then I understood something about tears and … Continue reading

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That Moment

there are stars in him and suns everything that shines from metal in the mountainside to the yellow scales of small bright fish shines in him now all this overflowing light every raindrop in this cloud is rainbow, mirror, lantern, … Continue reading

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things I took and things I left

tea by the window watching a blackbird chuck moss clumps from a gutter beakful after beakful dregs the air on West Walk cold bright as minted silver the sea fraying at its lace edges no footprints the colour of that … Continue reading

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Overheard in the newsagent’s

it’s like that woman ………………….Carla something her with the monogrammed eyebrows I know exactly who ………………….and what she means……………………………….love how that dropped stitch information has been ravelled up ……………….afresh my mother did that ………………..always fitting new words …………………………….to the closest … Continue reading

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What to do when everything tastes of stupid.

all the soup in this place    ………..is vaguely tan no matter what they call it   ………it tastes of swede stretched overheads?         …………a cook who can’t? I give it a wide berth       … Continue reading

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