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“Moreton Mirror”
"Moreton Mirror"
I nodded to a stranger
by the ferry pier,
and the stranger nodded back,
his eyes holding the flat shimmer
of the bay at low tide.
When his brow folded
it was like the mangroves bending
to the southerly;
I felt my own lines deepen.
Every small movement I made,
he echoed -
until I greeted him
as though we’d hauled crab pots together.
The lie tasted of salt.
Sunday 17th August 2025 11:24 am
"streambound"
"streambound"
In the stream before thought,
a silver thread spills from a cloud’s open palm.
It beads the air with patient syllables,
falling into the current where our minds already drift.
We wade in — ankles claimed by the cold,
our boots drinking more than we do.
Above, heaven’s ladle tips again,
its rain stitching ripples into the moving mirror.
...Monday 11th August 2025 1:43 pm
"flight mode"
"flight mode"
The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred,
Wrapped in code and status conferred.
Juno sat still, mapped the ache,
Her descent revealed what ascent forsake.
A world within—a pulse, a thread—
Flight not above, but through instead.
.
Sunday 10th August 2025 6:31 am
"the impossible turn"
"The Impossible Turn"
To hold what harms, to face without flinching, to shape warmth from wire.
To drop the name, to meet the eyes, to let edges soften.
To burn the mold, to kneel in ash, to rise listening.
Not conquest. Not perfection. Only forward motion.
.
Friday 8th August 2025 11:47 am
she rides the wind
Through the moor she whistles,
her presence a crystal shard,
slicing through the night air
scented with damp earth and pine.
Windows tremble, trees yield,
cries ripple across the barren plains.
Her voice, an echo of distant storms,
resonates from the ocean's depths,
a spectral cry that chills the bones.
She strides under the moon’s watchful eye,
her shadow...
Friday 27th December 2024 2:16 am
cleverly shunned
cleverly shunned
this clever lad
who once was
quite celebrated
applauded, even;
that once and
clever tyke —
little did he know
one forward day
when he'd've all
up and grown
dependable lads
are what's wanted
clever 'uns were
interesting enough
for a bit of a larf but
just a tad annoying;
when things gotta
be done — go figure
dependability and
cleve...
Monday 5th March 2018 10:31 am
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