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It spat out words of spite and sly superiority … click on the title to read the full piece
The boy is toplessThe sunlight, weak, a ghost of its best selfPlays against his pale skinA spotlight for his braggadocioWhich is so seemingly complete, that you find yourselfAlmostAdmiring it. He is concocting fact from recent fiction,Over rehearsed, but endearing in its wayAimed at the three girls sitting on the stairsHis not so rapt audience. I…
I will dance in the darkness Waltz in the light … Click on the title to read the full piece
Less than a song away … click on the title to read the full piece
I hear you before I see you … click on the title to read the full piece
Ending up in the bramble, and the random, and the giggle intense … click on the title to read the full piece
So we are now 50 posts old. Writing this as i listen to Pharoah Sanders go wonderfully and gently mad, his jazz deviance connecting perfectly with my fragile cool state of mind. Want to use this opportunity to take you by the hand gentle reader and re-show you a poem or four that (I believe)…
Small death of a soul In trade for uncertain serenity Click on the title to read the full piece
From the Outside, Listening In. 