Tag: #poetry
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12 Frames

What is the picture to the frame? And who holds it? Me, You, Dupree or Auntie? I saw your eye twitch thrice. Looking like who shot John. I want to write to you without words. He said why’s my face making faces? Truth leaking out of pores Out of salty tears and nostrils streaming with…
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the opening speech

Welcome to camp To experimentation To “done” projects To progress over perfection Welcome to choosing creativity first To moving from an authentic space From the fire that is barely a flicker From that part I know is still there Welcome to the part beyond fear Like a great oak in the woods 30m after rainful…
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#100: 100

a hundred days later i still lay on the same bed but with 100 tiny poems now extracted from my head . rituals born from digital ink and getting out onto the forest floor witnessing the work of the wind and writing what i saw . i send my salutations gratitude for the grit and…
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#099: a 99 Flake
when he told me a 99 was £1.50 I thought, surely it’s time to rename but we like our nostalgic past and for memory, we’ll always pay . but how often will I clench a cone too fragile for my grip melting loss fly through the folds of my fingers pride still saying it’s fine,…
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#098: teal yoga mat

having my back since 2016 biodegradable mat with little frays at the seams the tiger-striped teal followed me undeterred from lively London to loveable Luxembourg a mirror disguised in padded opaque rubber for hands to grip, for feet to flutter upside down, then on the ground the breath sighs, it sings as this wild thing…