Category: poetry
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#090: what lifts you
those same old raggedy jeans oversized shirt with no sleeves winged tip on the eye crease that Oliver poem about geese . how the fashion of words and fabric whether contemporary or classic can become more than a mere tactic to remind one of internals’ magic
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#089: it’s time to reassess
when your top 50 “priorities” become a ball of rubber bands a colour-coded cat’s cradle entangling your zeal as well as your hands
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#088: on my walk I saw a..
single stiletto stranded in the street chewed heel abandoned by exhausted feet synthetic flesh of the sole making friends with the rubble of the road whilst human flesh of the sole made their way home
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#086: collaboration

he took both index fingers knuckled them into eye sockets hoping friction would open up to new vision mouth ajar releasing vocalised innards she lent her ears to his organised letters swung wide and added her own and through dialogue they broke the fetters the myth and pedestal of great work built by one.