It’s in here – this dark cavity of my palm,where invisible Venus is suspendedin a perceptive night. Wrapped in skin.Not her own, but her own too sitscloser to her sobs, her heart-throbs.Among us, peaking in, we have weaponsof earthly materials, ready to dashtowards the next bellow from a God.We seek new platforms, beyond the skinthat […]
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in a spotlight on the dock divinity through cloudsI’ve stood and watchedher fumbling to steerthe boat ashore my voice –the thunder keeps her stillas if she’s not even tryingto get away from over there way over thereshe trips overboardswims through the coldsea of indecision she floatsin limbo and disappearsI can’t help but notice how it’s
When you call your mother, what should we do? you’re not looking for the meaning itselfbut for what there’s left without it. You’ve finished Camus and the chamomile tea –you feel a revolution or a metaphorical suicide. When you go for a walk, there’s wind to notice –which you do. A book is torn to
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A small boy on a gigantic blue bicycle rush past us. I spot him from the woods, where my two younger cousins and I have been sent to fill buckets with cloudberries – summers have become laboursome, after we became adults. The boy’s legs are stretched, and his toes strain to push the weight of