It Is! An Ode to Life and “Is” ness

It is a great palindromic phantasy, an ouroboros eating ouroboroses endlessly in a firmament of nothing, and stars. It is the turning of aeons around the great precipice of supermassive black holes, the kind you find in a bathroom sink. It is my own forgetting, dismemberment, and it is always just on the tip of my tongue, which is trying to taste the tip of … Continue reading It Is! An Ode to Life and “Is” ness

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A walk down memory lane

  Listen back, further and further Don’t you smell the fire And hear the whoops of the hunt? Further now, your tendon straining the humidity, a vast expanse of green a flash intimation of rumbling mechanical beasts Go back even deeper Your wings are vibrating with anticipation A thousand rainbows drift lazily over your carapace Deeper still Here we are, dividing I make myself half to … Continue reading A walk down memory lane

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A tribute to Alan Watts

There’s an odd word in Welsh, Hiraeth, that means  missing someone you’ve never met It’s funny how often I feel it when I think of you fingers lightly brushing the leaves of overgrown thickets in Kent, while the War raged Salt spray mingling with your beard as you watch seagulls and crabs knocking on doors in the oldest of dances I can hear your voice … Continue reading A tribute to Alan Watts

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Listen to the laughter of the river

We build a wall to keep out a thousand armies The same wall keeps two friends apart Two lovers fingertips cry out for joining And see, Only stone What safety is worth this distance? Listen to the laughter of the river It knows not from whence it came, It cares not for where it ends up It knows itself Only when it touches the riverbank … Continue reading Listen to the laughter of the river

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Brushwork

Went flower picking on the mount sun-drenched in the early afternoon, curved absences of light wriggled cross the rough tar back of the road I paused briefly to examine the flutterings of a butterfly, brilliant orange, drunken flight moved locations out to grab a large coffee from the service station pre-paid to avoid lackacash awkwardness sidled unnanounced down the side of the Bard’s Palace, cliffy … Continue reading Brushwork

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Man, Dream! – The sleep of reason

Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream of cities walled, of malls, gritty city streets, halls of commerce stacks of paper miles deep things to make your children weep Man, dream of guns, of bullets, of rifle-song, of the guillotine of obscene bombs twenty thousand strong bursting over the heads of He-Who-Must-Be-In-The-Wrong Man, dream of empire, dream of walls, of Coliseum miles tall of … Continue reading Man, Dream! – The sleep of reason

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Poetry of my heart

I have something to say to you, dear one listen to me, it is the rustle of leaves and the bright yellow sound of sunlight tapping on white paint, it is the laughter of babes! it is the great beast with countless arms and eyes who is everywhere and nowhere, whose breath raises, mountain, and falls, valley! “it” is pouring sweet ambrosia into the heart … Continue reading Poetry of my heart

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Bizarre dream – World tree

Elixir vitae Sap of yggdrasil Sticky effulgence In ancient Caucasus Groves among the ancestral eld trees And druidic overtone circles Where we came together and United the tribes Sacred grove! Origin of all temples! Ovid, yelling , there is a spirit here! The Gods favour wild trees Unsown by mortal hand Have we forgotten Artemis, Whose menstruation is The sacred red earth? Let no axe … Continue reading Bizarre dream – World tree

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