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and memories of things I never knew
WORDS FOR A NEW STORY
Order is just a story. Being is love.
My Vision
We all hold gifts that we must give to the world. We cannot do this alone. We must witness each other and in that witnessing, remember love. We hold the power to heal each other and therefore, ourselves.
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Poetry | Being Is The Centre
You are the centre of the chaos, The mid point of the great ebb and flow of things, The morning hail shadow crossing the bay, The edge of...
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Poetry | A Thousand Stars
A woman sleeps beneath a thousand stars, Enough up there for every mood of her heart, A wind skirts the corners of her room, And she...
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Poetry | You Are Powerful
You are powerful, You have inside you the breath of every sea, You are gentle, Like the sweeping tide across the sand, You are strong,...
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Poetry | After He Died
There is something of him In the sudden blinding sunshine And in the courage of notes That begin a rebel's song. There is something of...
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Poetry | Alone At Sunset In The Italian Port Town of Livorno
Red held the sky out. For the whole of my Final drop of of wine Lay moments gifted from light, Spread open softly, Holding me firm, In...
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Jun 19, 20201 min read
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Poetry | Almost Every Boozy Night Out
Blind foot Skyward Thought sink Love me.
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Jun 19, 20201 min read
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Poetry | Jealous
Coastlines make me jealous. I know they breathe a word For every soul in every land, It's why we leave our shoes On their honey coloured...
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Jun 18, 20201 min read
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Poetry | Female Human
I am a female human, Opposite of nothing, Different in every way. I am full of greedy pride In the power of my mind, My way, my hide. I...
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Jun 18, 20201 min read
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Poetry | The Great Refusal
I refuse Monday, I refuse The Church, I refuse buying, I refuse the news, I refuse the order, I refuse that swipe, I refuse the options,...
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Jun 18, 20201 min read
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Poetry | Eternity When You're Thirty Fackin' Six
I have a hunger to live, A hunger to love, An eternity in my soul, That will witness - Must be witnessed. It is there in the yellow roars...
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Jun 17, 20201 min read
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Poetry | I Am Learning How To Die
A cello’s long note, low, rich, Slow, and I, now the string, As a new world sounds on me, Some living warmth presses, Yes, I see, I am...
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Jun 17, 20201 min read
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Poetry | For Dad
The old dining room unraveled, The green carpet went and then, Then, the sound of a joyous note, A soaring note as if remembered. It...
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Jun 17, 20201 min read
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Poetry | After Patience
A single cherry tomato, Ripened in the sun and Split between the teeth Will teach you everything
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Jun 15, 20201 min read
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Poetry | As Sure As The Sun
The moon is coming As sure as the sun, Its crooning light Carried in the winds.
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Jun 15, 20201 min read
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Poetry | Nothing in Particular Happened
Nothing in particular happened, No great news or plans realised, No last words said or thing had just begun, Except the promise of a day...
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Jun 15, 20201 min read
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Poetry | When I Write About Love
Carve me a sculpture of your soul, And in the perfect pitch black night I’ll use an eternity for recognition. With a sweeping palm stone...
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Jun 15, 20201 min read
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Poetry | When My Other Sister Got Married
You recognised the place, but It was a crossing into it, To the old and reaching branches of the oak To the kaleidoscope of colour In...
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Jun 15, 20201 min read
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Poetry | When I Think About Being Me #2
A bell tolls inside me Which I could stop If I were brave enough To call it the death march Of a hungry heart, Then, in sacred silence...
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Jun 14, 20201 min read
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Poetry | When I Think About Being Me #1
With a bright and dropping sun high above, Old-heave waves and skeleton currents Running through the sand, I leave the beach. A silky...
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Jun 14, 20201 min read
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Poetry | When I Think About Being A Woman #1
One day she sees an old clock tick, And knows the booming eternity inside it. One day, she stops snapping for Insta, And becomes a...
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Jun 14, 20201 min read
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