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what must not be

“how can he remember well his ignorance — which his growth requires — who has so often to use his knowledge?” ~  henry david thoreau. i have the end before me and what here now cannot i learn. if only anything had changed. the spaces shrunk, the wheels less run and over every living thing […]

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In the moment

There will always be greater pioneers than me. Though their course’s my luxury now, their waves will never swell any deeper than mine do for me tonight. ………………………………… …….. All these waves rise from abyss to eternity like an unrideable Aethops of foam bursting among spheres of unshining light and lead my fingers to ungrasp, unfurl […]

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Some Caesars

~ Arcem facere e cloaca. Some Caesars cannot conquer so they steal behind a wall. Some Caesars in all forums wail “The unfairness of it all!” Some Caesars praise God’s Justice while they covet others’ wives and pray corrupted pardons will translate their afterlives. All Caesars die. One, sometimes, dies unworthy of the name: and […]

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Choirboy

i.m. JP The grooming was as natural a part of artistry as air to their mentors, though some had sniffed their instincts out without awareness of it. Years later the bluntness of the thrust grew obvious. ‘That’s what that was…’ …………………………………..Naive enough to long for early onset fame yet wise: without their knowing knowing this […]

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The Things I Cannot Do

How strange that we have to make these public declarations of our secrets. But we do. – Ted Hughes The gutter that runs behind the town, once river soiled just by Marin-balluk blood, or blood they spilled, that snakes along behind the town, boosting sloops at sleep above its arsenic, waters the stiff myth of […]

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Where There Are Walls

Where there are walls there were tripwires. I am watching you for both our sake. No harm is ever done or meant. My dice lie loaded by their own seed. Does this make their product less true? Each face that’s raised entangles its pair in a burial. Reflected in a window, I cannot guarantee which […]

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The Little Fete

after Vangelis “I take a bottle of wine, and I go drink it among the flowers. “We are always three, counting my shadow and my friend the shimmering moon. “Happily, the moon knows nothing of drinking and my shadow is never thirsty. “When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. “When I dance […]

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The Sand

for SSFS there can be no pretence to your unfailing eye spirits that appear walk free but rationed under your witness their elements are rare though their categories are present everywhere the nebuliser airs its grievous florals say how may we honour the ground we landed on more than this, being here, each moment becoming […]

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Two Moons

for MSS The day the second moon appeared at Alderley the earth shuddered, assuming the new balance. Some drew their shades and tallied their crimes, hiding their scent lest it call down some beast. Some became dumb in new moonlight, gaping as they do chancing upon any novelty. Some analysed the pros, some analysed the […]

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The Janitors

They have been too swept up. None could ever clear enough space cleared and replaced by space. The contradiction swells to a nothing in the thimblerig. Unruly with liberty, heavy under composure, there are no twitches of recognition. Their homes they neither leave nor return to. It is a life. Nonetheless. Alternatives crowd each other […]