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- Category: June 2016
when they came
when they came,
I sucked them dry,
the words bleeding
the overflow of my heart;
in them I am summoned,
in them this ever is
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- Category: June 2016
writer's block –
rumours of silence
by word of mouth
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first frost –
water cress crackles
with my passing
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- Category: June 2016
deep space . . .
passing between
thought and word
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- Category: June 2016
frosted light –
a poet breaks down
into first words
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- Category: June 2016
winter sky . . .
need I cloud the issue
with words?
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- Category: June 2016
sinking into
a stream of consciousness
my poetic wake
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winter illusion
a moa tries standing
upright here
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rose-fingered sky
darkness leaves the trees
in silence
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necrophilia –
the ashen taste of Latin
on my lips
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- Category: June 2016
solstice eve –
my breath torn between
coming and going
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solstice moon –
the sun in balance
with its reflection
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- Category: June 2016
for Franz Wright
the mutter
through the long hour
of our death
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- Category: June 2016
for James Joyce
Bloomsday –
here how my words
rejoice
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- Category: June 2016
where we left them
the bedraggled bits of us
we once weathered