I Gymnastics of the brain Bending around depressive lump Avatars and faces disfigured, mixed up. Animus N (form of Ash) dances in the ocean. Completely out of character and yet inevitable, as all things are in this place. A serious tone with a playful finish, as though folly would be the only [forceful] eternal survivor.… Continue reading Splinters (I-III)
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Remedy
A cube creeps towards me though I can only see the [iridescent] edges It settles eventually against a wall A makeshift portal to the crocodiles and their sinking teeth Vertebrae of metal / Wooden oesophagus / Heart of clock Every organ in the body a transmitter crying SOS through a system of mirrors I grow… Continue reading Remedy
Parallel #6: Fade
Whatever happened to chasing rainbows? Bare-footed stumbles in the dead of night, asphalt and glass and gum. Gazing at stars and laughing till we couldn’t breathe. Exposing their lies. They never knew us. We were the only ones. Nostalgia at the end of the moon. Rows of possible suitors in indigo as deep as it… Continue reading Parallel #6: Fade
Dreaming Motifs
In my dreams, I find motifs from the day that follows just as frequently as those from the days that have passed. It keeps me remembering that time is not quite the straight line we want it to be. I use the word motif because to me it’s the theme, the inference, of dream events… Continue reading Dreaming Motifs
Shifting Self/Problem of Time when Writing
The self is not a stable thing. Sure, there’s a sense of continuity, but our mindset, attitude and mood are constantly shifting; so much so, they can be barely recognisable from the inside given the space of a few days. If I look to my journal, some entries are verbose, some are whimsical, some are… Continue reading Shifting Self/Problem of Time when Writing
Loop
Something piercing the edge of my circle Forcing its way inside Nowhere to hide The serpent and the egg Prolificacy trumps all Still we want. Brings to mind the way things are split How we know it is one thing and not another How we are able to go on Knowing our wholeness is all… Continue reading Loop
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