Of its own kind,
solo straining wings capturing clear breeze,
no higher nor lower a concept than self.
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I looked at my beautiful new wings / but shuddered at my old ones / and all the dust they bring.
Once were trees
There are roots I’ve always known which wrap around my arms, holding me deep inside the earth, breathing my breath. … More
Into the woods
‘How are we anchored to docks and harbours rolling on tide surfing out, pitching us in towards mud and to face departing silence?’
Poem: A rage
Fevered fury creeps up my neck and throttles my words with filthy, scarred fingers. I’m chained powerless to a chair, … More
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