Build it of stone, of brick, of twisted metal. Build it of shattering masonry. Build it of glass. Build it of cards of condolence. Build it of tears. Build it of lives, of lies, of lying alone with the stone of absence filling your belly. Build it of stars. Build it of asphalt. Build it …
Five years on … and a badly kept secret
Five years ago today that the earth decided it was time for a change, and went off exloring the surrounding areas. Five years since sleepy, flat, boring Canterbury became an altogether too exciting place to try and and do anything like "settle". Five years since phrases like "terra firma" (I can't be the only person …
And so the year begins (… better late than never)
Hooray, I’ve just written my first poem for the year! (Yes, I know it’s February already – return your gaze to the post title for a moment. See? I realise it may seem as though I create the titles first and then organise my life – or at least my posting schedule – to follow …
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