The Hollow Planet

Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
The Hollow Planet If all language deserts me All vice of verb and adjective Then pardon my Divine feeling That shall remain, in my silence Like the voice of the forest Before the logging trucks came Like the sound of the ocean Before the harbour and ship-horns If the voice…

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JONI ON THE WALL

  After years of painting you Tones of turbulent indigo, Tending and transforming you, I’m busy building you back To basic, a fresco of freedom For us both in walls of white, Whittled back to what it was Before I splashed a signature Of substance and delight, hoping A house could be a home, hanging […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 8, MADRID

  Scene in Europe, Scene 8, Madrid and the Reoccurring Scent of a Dream Henry sat on the edge of the bed feeling his burgeoning body cave and crumble. He was exhausted, confused and broken. In Cologne, after a date that proved as evaporating as water, he’d met a group of Spaniards celebrating their last […]

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Gardens of Grace

It’s my second Sharing Sunday and I’m reblogging this beautiful and ultimately hopeful poem from FGM’s Poems & Poèmes, always a positive and fascinating read while often just as fascinating to look at in terms of playful layout of the work. Enjoy…

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BOX OF DREAMS

  I am a box Filled to capacity, A million personalities Drawn and decorated, Cut out creations, Caricatures casting me In a more tangible light Throughout the years. I am a box Sealed with sentiment, Souvenirs of scenes, Themes and thoughts Cradled and cared for, Partied and played out, Sometimes reused, More times reinvented. I am […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 7, ERUPTIONS IN POMPEII

  Scene in Europe, Scene 7, Eruptions in Pompeii “You remember the dust in Florence, Marty? Well, let me tell you, I was wrong, that wasn’t dust, this is dust. How many bubkes did this cost us? Look at it, I mean, the parties certainly done and dusted in this fakakta place,” Sophie complained, not […]

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