Life Before Months ago there was only her living a free life. Casual liaisons came naturally. Creeping hands through the semi-darkness, he comes...
On Tuesday, following geography and maths the child walks home; taking side streets and alleys past his grandfather's house. Remembered bitter...
Old, slack-jawed February, Slips in before the battles won, Stealing breath, stealing victory. Old February, slinking out the back of the old...
You had seemed marked for better things, leading a charmed life along the road which, for you, never seemed bitter or cold. The road found...
Blood on Your Hands I always wondered how hands so gentle with the painting of leaves and silk of thread could hit so hard. I would watch your...
Seamus Heaney, Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, Peter Skrzynecki.
The Bending Machine [img] Your hands guide the weight of the bending machine You are overwhelmed by your own creation and need To see it bend...
I remember the first reading and nothing else; The blank pages of unlived lives and the justifacation. Years of violence have proved to bear no...
The Panther From seeing the bars, his seeing is so exhausted that it no longer holds anything anymore. To him the world is bars, a hundred...
Yesterday I was wandering the roads on the outskirts of town- the wrong side; not brave enough to go where I wanted. Crossed and wandered as the...
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