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Daily Dance

What did I hate about our daily conversations?
I think it might have been the same thing that made me love them.
The familiar words, safe but wrenching
Oft told stories giving shape to demons that should have been buried long ago.

I wonder sometimes if my failure to commit your number to memory means something...
I just go straight to redial every day
It never rings long before you pickup
...

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Daily dance

What did I hate about our daily conversations?
I think it might have been the same thing that made me love them.
The familiar words, safe but wrenching
Oft told stories giving shape to demons that should have been buried long ago.

I wonder sometimes if my failure to commit your number to memory means something...
I just go straight to redial every day
It never rings long before you pickup
...

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The Paperbark Tree

It is easy to revere the feminine
when I commune with you.
Three women.
Sisters.
At once - wild and wise,
weird and wonderful.
Three bright stars in a constellation.
You weild your spirits like gentle sentries,
the cotton wool of your friendship soft and enveloping,
protecting me from bumps,
a treasured buffer from the world.
Today I journeyed down a winding road
and saw a paperbark tr...

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Falling

Nature makes a grand display of falling.

She gifts us waterfalls and stars that streak across an inky sky.

She would make us believe that falling is a good thing

when my displays of falling are far less elegant.

I have fallen in every sense of the word.

I have fallen ill.

Fallen in love.

Fallen out of favour.

I have frequently fallen short.

I am not remotely the woman I ...

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Social heirarchy


Have you ever noticed 
Happy lives happen by lamplight
Rosy moments bathed in a warm glow
Golden abundance spilling into the darkest corners of the room
Feathering effortlessly up into the high, high ceilings 
Where occupants stretch tall, backs straight, chins aloft
Ever reaching
Ambience caressing occupants' faces
With their
Smooth, plump skin
And bell like voices that sound
plosive...

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Predictive text

my face is 

predictive text 
lines pre-empting my emotions
just don't assume a downcast mouth 
means I am sad
you might feel less afraid to know
the lines follow familiar patterns
they are
little eroded gullys in a well traversed landscape
signposting wry amusement
lack of tolerance of bullshit
either welcoming or warning signs
depending where you stand....

I won't hide them
for ...

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The Paperbark Tree

It is easy to revere the feminine
when I commune with you.
The women in my life.
Sisters.
At once - wild and wise,
weird and wonderful.
Bright stars in a constellation.
You wield your spirits like gentle sentries,
the cotton wool of your friendship soft and enveloping,
protecting me from bumps,
a magic buffer from the world.
Today I journeyed down a winding road
and saw a paperbark tre...

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Temple

Revere these emotions
They are monastic
Pure
Pared back, simplified
Unworthy of attention
Unselfish
More offering than expression
This state of being borne of
Suffering, discipline
Denial
Of learning to love the simple things
Wrung from the body by
A busy mind 
It needed quelling
Sanctifying
Segregating from the wider world
Shall I honour them with prayer?
Self flagellation? Refle...

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Orange zest bed

lie with me in our orange zest bed
envelop me in buttered loins and salty skin
against the cavern of your chest 
I lie my head 
a willing prisoner
white noise of your heartbeat
the only sound I want to hear
don't let there be a world beyond the now
I couldn't leave this moment if I tried
I am foetus
in the womb of your body
nurtured, but at risk of expulsion
a sacrificial lamb 
willin...

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Orange zest bed

lie with me in our orange zest bed
envelop me in buttered loins and salty skin
against the cavern of your chest 
I lie my head 
a willing prisoner
white noise of your heartbeat
the only sound I want to hear
don't let there be a world beyond the now
I couldn't leave this moment if I tried
I am foetus
in the womb of your body
nurtured, but at risk of expulsion
a sacrificial lamb 
willin...

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Russian dolls

Tell me, Insta-woman.
What's under that perfectly scripted face?
Does a manicured shell obscure
a thousand selves within?
Versions of you packed, one inside the other
Like Russian dolls.
Go get your Insta face made up for just the right occasion.
We crave a formulaic shape that fits neatly in the world.
What is the vibe of your feed?
Good girl, bad girl, bitch, Madonna.
Whacko, whinger, ...

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Insight

How intimate to live in darkness
and have my world outlined by you.
You, whose face I know only by touch,
your presence marked by a distinctive step and scent.
I will never tell you, "you look great today",
and yet, you stay.
My absence of vision is not a factor in our love.
Our interactions are not transactional.
Not dependent on physical equity.
Our mutual value is without question.
Ra...

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Cruel companion

Tuck me in O sky.
Blanket me with the weight
of your stars and moons and suns.
Peace was with me,
'til it wasn't.
Under your watch
she left and stood beside me,
an untrustworthy companion
who cruelly mocked
our separation.
Then,
no amount of gravity seemed enough
to keep me grounded.

These inner swirling thoughts,
ribbon-like
circle back to how it was,
how things are now,
how th...

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Chloe

entry picture

Whenever you stayed in that hotel you used to text me pictures of Chloe.
The painting had pride of place in the bar - a naked nymph in all her glory,
chestnut hair piled in a soft bun on her head,
pale skin pearlescent and radiant under the glow of lights.
She was an enigma. A temptation. A contradiction.
Vulnerable yet self assured. 
The pics you sent didn't do her justice.
Still, she was ...

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Watermark

throw some paint on the canvas
blue, and a little black, then white
take a sponge and mix the colour
into a million different hues
the first layer is the sky
indigo, expansive
then the hills and the lake
and finally the trees
in your masterpiece
leave a space for me
I am more watermark than solid outline
apt at blending in the background
visible only
when you take the world away

 

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United Nations

Here I sit in the UN.
Blue cap and peace signs visible to all,
but inside I'm no unbiased arbitrator.
In trying to mitigate the worst impacts of conflict for each side,
it's clear that all I'm doing is eroding the trust of those most dear to me.
Where friendship once stood - suspicion reigns.
Each party questions whose interests I am representing. 
From the outside I see one state as the ag...

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Grey mountain

Mountains
grey and hulking
stand resolute against an orange sky.
At this distance
colours blend, 
Eucalyptus leaves fade into branches and trunks and bark and grassy tufts.
Blurred outlines soften detail.

You are now my mountain in the distance.
Hulking in your own way.
Obstinate.
Lack of detail working in your favour.
You are without clear outline,
My faded sense of who you are, who...

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Man's best friend

entry picture

I'm home and on cue you arrive at the door,
body wobbling from side to side,
Your excited demeanor -
ever optimistic for cuddles and dinner.

I stoop for a pat
you of big black eyes in a fluffy white face,
your tiny body warm and soft,
I sink my face into your curls and breathe your warm, doggy scent.

You are one of my greatest joys,
but paradoxically also my prisoner.
Your only escap...

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Soul connections

Amidst the small talk and the breezy one-liners
I recognised you.
The distractions of a social gathering not enough to veil what was familiar.
I saw - not your face, not your thoughts,
but that invisible part inside that gave you shape.
An inner kernel that was colourless - yet made you bright.
Some might call it a soul,
but I'm not one to label.

Still, the recognition made me nervous.
...

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Postcards

Postcards seemed a clumsy way to connect
Big pictures dominating our conversations
Your messages visible to the world
But strangely veiled to me
You wrote vanilla words
Limited by space and the chance that others might read them
Never one for convention
You would number your postcards and send a bunch at once
You scrawled the story of your travels in serial
Unable to hide that your mind s...

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Beyond the horizon

Nature uses her horizon to obscure the full expanse of her majesty, as a beautiful woman might angle her face to the floor to avoid attention.
She has no need for flashy steeples or tolling bells to make one sit up and take notice.
Like the peewee enraptured by his reflected image in my window, 
her many faces captivate me, her power and complexity is jaw dropping, inspirational.
The earth and...

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One of those days

I wanted to be kind today,
but wasn't.
I wasn't enlightened or gracious or any of those things.
My compassion stayed in my back pocket, bound and gagged alongside my patience.
I felt irritated - like the atoms of my body shifted overnight.
A stranger in my own skin.
Out of alignment. Out of sorts. Bitchy.
Thoroughly over it.

By day's end
I guzzled from a glass half empty and wondered - ...

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Naked

She stands
Vulnerable, yet secure in her nakedness.
Fully clothed.
Her mind and thoughts and heart
exposed
to him.
 
He stands. 
Vulnerable, and alarmed by her nakedness.
Fully clothed.
His mind and thoughts and heart
resistant
to the truth.

Both stand,
She - naked, exposed, raw.
He - buried by layers of bullshit upon which the foundations of his life have crumbled away.

Only o...

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Smoke signals

theirs was a language of nuance,
of words neither spoken nor written
crafted by connection not possible to voice
sparks flew when their eyes met
birthing spotfires in the landscape
billowing smoke cloaking the words
and carrying them on the wind
like smoke signals

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Meet me in Montana

 

I yearn for a place.
A place that's vivid in my mind.
Where my spirit takes flight in big, big skies.
Wild.
Rambling like a chokecherry along a rocky path.

I yearn for a place.
A world away from all I know.
Roasting s’mores around the fire in Adirondacks.
Carefree.
Faces pink from heat and bourbon under star dotted skies.

I yearn for a place.
At once familiar yet unknown.
Layi...

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The Ghost and the Chequerboard

Human interaction is like a chequerboard.
We each take a turn to move as we play the game of life.
But what happens when one person stops playing?
The other doesn't get to take their turn.

In line with that way of thinking,
that makes my recent emails to you out of line.
Inappropriate. Against the rules. 
You chose to disappear rather than to keep playing. 

If I were a fair and honoura...

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Lost

Who are you?
Lost you.
Damaged you.
A you who has locked yourself away.
Are you vengeful?
Wrecked by pride?
Do you recognise your own face in the mirror -
this new man at odds with the one I used to know- 
the old you would have rejected the man you appear to have become.

But it is not within my heart to reject you.
How can I cast you aside?
You, who meant so much to me.
You, who wou...

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Gentle activist

Abandon your facts and your placards.
You know as well as I, 
the message isn't getting through.
It will take more than good science and protests
to make a hardened group of people change their minds.

When it comes to politics,
have you ever noticed the focus on changing ideas
when the place we need to start is with the heart?
Sometimes truth needs to be felt, rather than thought -
It t...

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Sadness

How do I conceal this voluminous sadness in the shallow folds of an ordinary life?
This hard-won sadness that I hold with reverence.
An object of unexpected beauty 
made of moments rare, and painful, and sometimes ugly.
They stick in my throat as I consume them.
Their taste bittersweet, yet still they sustain me.
Like a homeless man, shivering and hungry on the street.
My sadness longs to b...

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Antipathy

Ants follow the leader.
Drawn inexplicably forward,
one by one,
in search of sustenance.
With six legs and segments.
They are cold blooded creatures 
so very different from me.

How easy it is to step on them,
To wipe them away from my benchtop
Their stature so tiny,
they are easy not to notice.
Their mission unimportant
as far as people are concerned

I wonder what the view is like...

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