BEFORE THE SONG

  Cold clouds burrow beneath the forest, the spirits have taken cover, peace and fruit now buried beneath a bed of lichen, summer’s rose too ruined to redeem, her last scent is now a dream. Love has been lost here too on a wind that wandered from wondrous to winsome beneath a bed of burlap […]

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A PANICKED PULL

— Beat. Break. Beat. Break. — Is there a monitor of these movements                 that shift beneath the skin? A rummaging within the ribs. I hear a broken bird                 beating against the bars of its cage, broken. – All organs […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

And a few more Villette Follies for Nigel: All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly along canal Saint Martin through Parc de la Villette and continuing along the canal into Pantin in the suburbs.

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ATTENTION

I glisten to distract, like a snowflake; the sparkle before the melt. Particles of fleeting perfection floating through the hands of time, falling through all these imperfections. If only my clutch were tighter, truer, if only I knew more of my own truth, too many skins already slipped through, too much prediction put on that […]

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THE ANNUAL OFFERING OF ATTENDANCE

We sit in rows, in reverie, with reverence, neighbour to defender and defiant, some say the saved above and the rest below, new coat and scarf on the shoulders of one, the timings of the turkey and its trimmings in the head of another, already ticking, already thinking of some other wonder needing worship while […]

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