Tag: #poetry
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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.
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#085: visceral reactions (a shadorma)
sharp nails against chalkboards are no match for enamel pulling against winter gloves (in my book at least!) . it’s as if my bottom jaw is held hostage the weapon: a lethal feather sweeping my alveolar
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#084: after the rain
today everyone had been walking around like the sun had just passed them a note saying “hey I like you too” . to watch the caved shoulders of yesterday unfurl, with open-mouthed smiles showing crooked teeth in all their glory . a pedestrian privilege I don’t take lightly chatter amongst strangers who have shared the…
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#083: what nature do we let in?

citrine droplets leak from paper cut cracks of a window frame to think we were free from the elements triple glazed, tucked safe away and then to feel the billow’s breath at the back of our neck laughing onto our parade, our soaked oak floorboards.