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Cheeky

Time to smile like you mean itCurl lips to show your teethBlank your mind to how you’re livingFake it to make believe Time to smile like you feel itDon’t forget to tell your eyesMimicking what you seeZips up the heart’s perfect disguise When you run out of cheeks to turnWell then, what thenTime to smile… Continue reading
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Aheader

With my eyes on the horizonI never see the flowers at my feetWith fingertips just brushing themYet still my mind would race beyond the beat That my heart makes as the path curvesSo gently through a verdant grove of treesThat searching for the openingBlind to the birds alighting next to me What if I miss… Continue reading
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Coax

Bend low and meet the eyesExtend hand held loosely closedShift thoughts from fear’s demiseTake it slow in the approach Short breath brought through the noseOut the mouth locked tight with teethDeep pain as anger showsAnd protection blocks relief A wounded beastFears what it needsHeal to releaseAnd take the lead Tiptoe and bear the soundDeepen growl… Continue reading
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Blog: New Physics and New Life

Progress and travel generate a build of momentum, the mass of the decision multiplied by the velocity with which the moves are made. After some time in stony but familiar soil, I have taken to the sea again. The course I charted was an aggressive one, 6 hours in the car with a dog being… Continue reading
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Bloom

Of clay and rock borneSo crookedly grownBlown bare by the windRoots shallow in stone Reach limbs from seed sownCut greedily backLow from the harvestSurviving in lack Unable to bloom Sharp shear and scythe hackKeen takers carve looseShape weapon or fuelNew growth to reduce Sole value in useSap soothing the sickPotent the poisonFrom spindle thorn’s prick… Continue reading
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Blog: T’is the Season

It’s been a bit since I wrote last – anything at all, even to myself. People often refer to losing momentum as a function of the holiday season, everything being so ‘busy.’ The adjective I might use instead is ‘loud.’ Every man-made object in and out of the home has a screen that is shouting… Continue reading
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Blog: 45th, 444, 222 and 3rd

The past nearly month and a half have somehow been terribly full and also achingly slow. When the days start to blend together, it’s important to stop a moment and reflect on each of the moments pror. Since coming here 45 nights ago, many days have been structured similarly: This ritual set has numerous purposes… Continue reading
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Hold Music

The space betweenBefore and afterThe distant laughter The hate unseenThe past in tattersSwings from the rafters The intersticeBetween the timelinesAnd different skylines The smoke-made screenTaken for grantedEach memory slanted Hold hope and painIn either handHonor them bothTo understand The limbo longHallway extendedFrom where home ended The right and wrongForever blendedIn air suspended The fading songIts… Continue reading
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Birding

Regenerate wingLost in birthPast blood and featherLitter earth As pure snowy owlFinds new course to flySo will I Transform sighs to songAngel’s breathWords new mortal mindDid forget As bronze lyrebirdRecalls sound to crySo will I Move boldly anewFearless diveIn speed and powerCome alive As agile ash hawk Wins hunt by surpriseSo will I Transition each… Continue reading
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Daughter in the Rough

Carbon born cold that newly beholdsHer motherCruel crush untold, new soul and soft bonesTo smotherBearing the blame of ancestral shameUncoveredBark out the flame of the one you namedAnd othered Born in the rough before diamond’s riseTemper the infant with stranger’s eyesFrom pressure you birth your own demiseAnd call it daughter Carbon long pressed could never… Continue reading