The Room

The wall was and is white. The carpet stained with feet shrouded by worn out shoes. In the distance some noise rises and falls fast. This room has...

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A cruel brush of Air

The turgid brush of air against the prickled skin makes cold the rush of blood. Sharpened claws dull the suggestive brows in adolescent men left for fails of...

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Wilson Pickett

Cold permeates the inside of the house. Sudden movements stir a dormouse feasting in the corner of the floor. The meniscus of water in the cup gives tiny...

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Moonlit mornings across the lake

The water sits still under the moist fog that moves indecently from shore to shore on the ancient lake. Willowed branches almost touching the dark wet fill of...

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Pertinant

Pertinant or so it would seem. The brittle connection between two uninhibeted men does often show a vice less woven. Though the synapsis of all that is passed...

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Midnight people

Dusk slipped away unnoticed. The dark hastily arrived with a group of kin. Sceptred souls stood fastened to the cold stone walls. The distant screams of animals in...

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How far is here

The sweet shrill of the dancing wind amidst the clutter outside my window. The loose fragments of my listless day sitting nervous atop my mind’s eye. Outside tempts...

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Sharpened

The day has been put to the side. Light is scarce as darkness creeps across the matted path. Listless gawpers form a circle around the once condemned. In...

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Takes me back

I just realised that this blogging thing is taking me back twenty years when I used to love writing poetry. Thank you blogging thing. I’m honestly very grateful.

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Turner’s pass

Lifted further toward shore. Each wave bigger than the last. Grains of sand awash our feet. The pebbles dance and our heels throb in the evening sun. Night...

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