Monthly Archives: September 2012

Thankyou for coming

“Thank you for coming,” she said. Pillow-huddled, curled toward her own imaginings, the bones held loose in panting flesh, she lay upon the self-breathing bed. This bed of life could rise and fall, with one sure touch, with pure  and … Continue reading

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Saturday, September 29, 2012 No more No more than a speck of dust upon the fleeing moment, No more than a silent breath upon the wind, no more than a forgotten seed that breasts the unforgiving earth, no more than … Continue reading

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Within the dull and dreary days Within the dull and dreary days When boredom seeks to call And knocks upon the withered door Of hope that is no more. Then can I see the dreams that live Within the sullen … Continue reading

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Sun sends forth Sun sends forth a shaft of light, in arrowed, bounteous bright, reminding us of glorious life; the source of all that is.

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Exploding light In cosmic, molten shudderings the sun is brought to birth, embracing all the universe; exploding light as truth.

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Seasons speak Seasons speak in language born of their necessity, and in the doing shape themselves in ways that we can see.

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Life ephemeral There is the life ephemeral despite what we may think, and call it as material: when all dies as it lives.

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The vision rose The vision rose, reflected depths of image, tone and shape, and shook the dust of daylight from disbelieving mind. In watered, deep evolving, he knew her for his own, the anima in ghostly form, seduced him far … Continue reading

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Blind drunk You’re blind drunk, my mother said as he fell through the door, and sure he was, on this one day when thoughts returned to war. They march the men on Anzac Day, in honour of that time, and … Continue reading

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I loved I loved and in the doing held my quivered heart, in hands of expectation which offered all I am. It was an act of courage, to do what I have done, this moment sacrificial made in the name … Continue reading

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