LIFE IN TECHNICOLOR

  A caress of candy apple red on a Hong Kong carriageway of Persian blue busses and yellowing white stripes, a notably normal night without a star in sight where nothing really happened except for a sweetening fold, caught by a camera and time passing and that bus in blue going by, the lives of […]

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THE BLUE PILL

  Digital download, activate avatar; humanoid performance, interface, access joy, bytes to brain, stream a cloud cover to convey intelligent thought and combat subconscious combustion. Access matrix; choose the blue pill and clear the cache. All movement falls to manual override, factory settings restored to screen, reflected appearance is perfected but the motherboard sparks unseen […]

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THE GREYING MIST OF MEMORY

  I’d never heard the call of the green though my eyes caress it in a certain light and so many walls I’ve covered with that same colour to curate a comfort from the cold. I’d never heard it, till now, till the windows stopped keeping out that chill. Blue, I never found blue cold, […]

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SHADES OF BLUE

  I hear you calling in shades of blue from within a distance my arm’s reach can never cover. I hear you calling in shades of blue, your concern comes in currents across the continents, in those cold corners when I question creation and my position within it. I hear you calling in shades of […]

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THE BREAKING OF THE BLUE

  Tall is the man willing to rise before the break of day beneath the blanket blackness and tip toe into the still untempered tide blindly, current cast as yet unclear, and trust in time to lean in with light. We can be cold creatures staking our claim with breath of blue into our ever-shortening […]

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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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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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