it's later than I usually get up 
a white sun cooks the close fibre edge 
of a baseball cap 
pulled down, taut and futile 
over bruising eyes
and the magpies chatter, 
insistent that retreat is simply not possible
nor inevitable 

next week, I get the keys to the only apartment that's really ever been my own.
(not that I own it; not that I ever will)
I feel like so much of my life has b...

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Drowning in the Drought

At times I drip with poetry

The words simply pour out of me

A flow it seems no dam could ever stop

Until, I’m drowning in the drought

A flood of tears and mere self-doubt

That withers, in the barn, my finest crop.

17.1.2020

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