PAPA WAS

  Papa was a stranger, stranded, in an otherwise happy home; a simple man, a grumpy man, a man behind the papers; the sporting Sun on Sunday and the Herald on a Monday before the news, nightly; 6pm and 9, a modest man of meandering manners with inside-out sweaters on Saturdays while he washed the […]

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RED RIBBON

You opened me You held my heart in your own bare hands beating I bared all for you I lay naked for you I shed my layers revealing, I have become undone loosened, lessened, I have been unravelled like ribbon unrolling, red knotted ribbon, like red rotting blood on the stone cold floor of a […]

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THIS IS HOW WE MOVE

  This is how we move now, in the aftermath  in the silence in their absence This is how we monitor here and now, in the passing under surveillance under scrutiny This is what happens when the scandals burn out when the candles burn out this is how it goes This is how we move, […]

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METROPOLIS

We saw you that day, a world away from today, in a gentler time, when your towers of trade still stood, we saw you in your brown stones and running shoes, always running, always pacing, always off somewhere; somewhere newer, someplace shinier, somewhere brighter, someplace bigger and we felt so small, so new to it […]

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PARIS IN PICTURES

Starting at top left with a Jeu de Paume exhibition advertised at Cite Metro station on Ile de la Cite, La Tour Eiffel seen from Le Mur pour la Paix (The Wall of Peace), a bench in Jardin du Luxembourg, the back roof of the Saint Sulpice church in the 6th arrondissement, Notre Dame seen […]

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GEORGES, REFLECTIONS OF SEURAT ON A SUNDAY

  Colour, he saw colour in a park, a simple park on a Sunday, in the summer. Colour, he painted colour  in that park; clear, considered untainted, untampered colour, specs of colour, rays of light in a park on a Sunday, in the summer  in a season of details, in a salon of specifics under […]

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