Tag: #poetry
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#092: familiar ground
standing at the corner of cinema street she saw her life in picture in picture 22 year old self in the bottom right corner celebrating her first “career job” as an adult with the clink of mugs carrying fresh mint tea the other 75% of the screen was her present day face in extreme close…
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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
