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‘Earth called me faithless’
The city writes a city in its margins
And writes another city at its core.
The city writes the lives of other people –
Erases some, engraves some in its stone.
A nightmare in his head?
Could there have been a kidnapping? A murder?
I listened to his muddled account, uneasy.
A place to keep my shadow
I’m looking for a place to keep my shadow,
a hidden niche in urban countryside,
a place of tree and stream and muddy hollow
After the exhibition
Leaving the Levers I could have lingered longer, spun a stronger bond with fertile space which prints and paintings silently watched over, drunk far deeper, slid a steeper helix to dimensions never charted between mounting board and wall, stepped through frames into the ether, tried to tune my ear to colour, taken steps to learn … Read more
Let him be loved
I asked the doctor what was wrong with me.
She held her stethoscope to my amygdala.
Place wild flowers on my coffin.
Gather the tidy concepts. Light the fire.
Let it consume convenient explanation.
The Solemn Fool
Unlicensed fool! He claims his pitch
outside the court. The king and priest
declare him of all men the least