The paradoxThat's the paradox, she thought -
The weight of it all.
It shouldn't be heavy - how
Silent, how small
Are the lives we lead, gently - but
How sudden t…Read More
Another timethere was a place i used to go
when i was young and not so old
full of words i used to know
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Why?
And it struck me how contrived -
from the idling of meaning in words
to the dust-speckled sun -
the world has become.
There are too many thi…Read More
The threadYes, more than anything I want
to feel the tug of thread
encircling me, encircling you
To feel the stitches loosen, the loops
slacken, limp as a dyin…Read More
The Fruit And again, it arose:
The need to shed
To strip the skin of culture off
its seed, each shred
To lay life bare, fresh,
bruised and plain
To devour it wh…Read More