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I Insist my Ribs Contain Stars

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Body Parts

After death the eye fixes of course. It was just a part – now discontinued. Each pupil has stopped in its own disjointed way, having nothing to look at any more, no one to show. I looked at her, the mother of my children. She could not look back of course and instead just looked discarded, those eyes I used… continue reading

Going to Work

7.7 King's Cross Alexander Chadwick   The leaves are sodden they’ll take months to become useful again. I bagged them today in a world so warm I used my fingers to rake the grass clear of their wet colours. I imagine them now as I write with the wind getting up and the fox stirring for his scavenge through the dark : there will be… continue reading

Resurrection

  You have left petals on old stones and memories that chase   the rhythms of my blood and activate my bones   and through my gathering shadow guide me.   Are you re-born in me or have I eaten you,   perforce, that I take your scent with me through my days   and words I know are yours… continue reading

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