TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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HALF OF THE WHOLE

  Lanterns are tied around hope like we twist naivety around the truth, like we twist around arms as if we can strangle more comfort out of complacent, the need to hold onto something regardless if fragility is tied to a breeze we cannot keep at bay. Winds are blowing in the northern skies while […]

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THE CARETAKER

  High on a hilltop you rise above your age and you offer your wisdom of the ancients (hush, I say, to hear the humble) to ears new to these old whispers that are now as woven to the earth as the tress rooted below it, as you are driven now to plod along this […]

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HUMBLE AT THE HEART

Humble at the heart of this landscape, this dreamscape I’m training through, I’m taken by its blossoming breast; forests firing up like volcanos that have shun their rest, luscious leaves of lava sweep through cities, for man has no control over the mountain just as nature has no defence against the molten flame, as fiery […]

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IN THE SEOUL

This city does not sleep, the wind is as wistful as thoughts I cannot gather, here on this sojourn to the south of Seoul. Horns honk along highways to wake drivers out of day dreams the night cannot decipher so we buckle up and giggle briefly in back seats but I cannot see those space […]

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WHO WE ARE

  I came out; a silent scream to summon a voice, screaming, a hunger wanting to be heard. I came out; a kept cry, cold to comfort, aching, a cry looking for compassion, I came out in a time changing, I came out from a boy learning, I came out to let go of a […]

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WHEN SUMMER FINDS YOU

  Water turns on the tide, roots find ways through the rubble. Nature is adaptable. But the body is bound to the bone, movement moulded to our muscle and the shadow cannot de deceived and yet you itch. You claw at this fleshed reflection on front of you and see in its faults the fraud […]

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