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Devastated words

That September, I didn’t see the moon all month, I remembered the dark skies, my horoscope of hopelessness the moon like a past lover, she hid from my desperation and my devastated words, like ‘we’ and ‘us’ singularly scattered in the ocean like ripped up poems from yesterday even the moon could not bare the […]

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An oversized world

you were too small when the world tried you on for size it grew your skeleton from tragedies too quickly, hardening your spine and traumatizing you with heavy folds of life upon your glossy shoulders the world was too big for you to wear, no-one to realise it clung to you, and pierced your milky […]

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Not today

Death walked into the room quietly he didn’t belong there, and he knew it she wanted to chase him away but he’d hung his coat up on the door, settling in and unsettling the monitors flickered like panic-strickened eyes in a departure lounge “let’s not leave today” she said a bruised petal drifted to the […]

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Sunday hues

This afternoon wears my sadness in her palest eyes of Sunday blues she said she’s not a languid Friday, with arms stretched out in forever she is the ending of infinity the beginning of an end she huddles from the cold, she is a dancer in slow motion, falling and her smile is thin and […]

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The sorrow of an archipelago

‘when are we there?’ sighs the archipelago, indigo blue and frangipani hair solitary she sleeps weeps, wistful for pangea days she sympathises with the anenomes in the rock pools, siphoning stagnant water needy tendrils lunging at the tide, hungrily desperate for a breath, for togetherness .. I wrote a script for the blue sun to […]

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A lament for my lost instrument

It’s a pleasing thing to hear my whispers turned into roars by the ocean, timid sounds that roll around seashell necklaces of the mermaids I beg to magnify the crescendo of the waves and I crave the thunderous noise of my fingers like a pianoforte in the seafoam, or a screaming storm in a teacup […]

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