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The Last Romantic
I am the last romantic
in the midst of digital chaos,
while love
navigates through algorithms
and bodies
become data
in the vast global network.
I still dream
of handwritten letters,
of the tangible touch
that slips between fingers
on touch screens,
where everything vanishes
with a swipe.
I sing of impossible loves,
in times of liquid loves,
where real encounters
are increasin...
Tuesday 29th October 2024 5:55 am
Sweaty Little Fingers
Sweaty Little Fingers
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive.
"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"
1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive
I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive
but he was too small for me so I made him dive
back into the water.
1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:09 pm
Longing
i keep
a light on
for you
quiet voices
follow
each nodding
turn
of an hour
the night
passes cold
between
the ache
of my fingers
Thursday 8th October 2015 8:55 pm
For An Afternoon
your fingers
shadowed on the grass
the soft
sound of the leaves
rushing
in a pass of breath
as it begins
to rain
Friday 12th December 2014 7:19 pm
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