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on winter
new year’s day ends with a stunning light showthe Sun demonstrating its power in a silent slow burnthe shift gradualfrom a touch of pink outlining the cloudsto this vermillion daubing of the skybroad brushed streaksstroked up and out from the very core of our stargiving depth to skeletal treesover-whelming all that is whitethe Earth glows →
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on bodywork
use it for livingor nurse it alongmaintain and sustainor preserve and curateenjoy the physicalor cosset and coddleaccept the wear and tearor perpetually fretexplore beyond limitsor avoid risktake your body with youor let it dictatewith only one issueddon’t let it go to waste~ CLP 14/07/2025 →
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Symphony of Apasmara / Ignorance
AllegroAll is newSparklesColours brightThe goldfinches’ chitteringFills my headI dance, runLeap like a lambLife’s a gambolOh! Joy of birthPerpetual SpringSuch happinessInnocenceBlissAndanteNow?No!I’m happyDo not want toGrowKeep that awayI’ll growlBarkHide in shadowsFrom your knowledgeWhy tie me downTo learning?When I can playUnencumberedBy understandingScherzoCome then, “Teacher”Yahboo!Sucks!Catch meIf you canI’ll miss the busTurn up late for classBunk from schoolListen to cricketOn →
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on clichés
she walked into the roomand my heart nearly burstso happy to see her smileso happyfunny how that happensevery timeevery goddam time~ CLP 01/11/2023 →
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on gratitude
It feels likeNothing beforeEver happenedBut everythingThat happened beforeMade all thisPossible~ CLP 24/09/2024 →
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on conversation
please listen to menot every word comes easymy voice is hidden ~ n.b. On a day of joy and love, at a wedding, filled with many wonderful conversations, at least one will stay with me for the rest of my life. Journalist for Ability Today, Khaleel Chima, told me about his vital work assessing powerchair →
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Organic Veg Section
We kissedAu revoirNext the organic cucumbersIn Morrison’sWe’ll meet againAt a mutually convenient junctureWhen we mustSurelyMake better useOf our time ~ n.b. Friday night. Bank Holiday weekend in May. Not raining. ~ CLP 24/04/2024 →
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on Saturday (ii)
Fifteen years forgotThey’re Ipswich Town, going upThank goodness for that. ~ n.b. The return train collected a lot of sun-burnt, slightly intoxicated, blue smoke stained, happy people and delivered them to whence they came. As the Hare Krishna man with a smile, said to me earlier, “We don’t want people to be unhappy.” A fair →
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Weathering
after countless weeksrain finally cameenlivening the window with shivering streamsthat attracted tired eyesfrom flickering screensa stop earlier than intendedshe stepped off the busbare-headedrivulets formed on her browcoursed down her faceran down her neckunder her blousechilled her breastshe slowed her pacefaced the skyran her tongue tipfrom lip to lipat last, againsweet rain on skin ~ n.b. →
Journey of Words 