Reading Gold

I’d love to find scribblings in an old book. Especially ones which shout out what I am feeling exactly Marginalia Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on you, Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O’Brien, they [...]

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Merchant of Perfection

Perfection can be terrible different She stands in the crowd Alone Eyes wild, bleeding pendulums Free-swinging and weightless A break in her chain mail heart Lashing and pulling Paper-thin skin Into sleepless hell Many a pound of flesh For company Until A fierce exhibition of nakedness And all that’s left A wailing shadow Trailing behind [...]

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Trapped

From across our glittered hive-dom, they watch Like vultures. I am whipped into place this human chain – mining for you, Big Brother. If I swam to the surface to breathe, I’d hear A loud ring, ring, resounding through Banks Street. The cash register’s screeching running thin. An empty vessel dragging on cheap, dry air. [...]

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A Box for Everyone

I put my friendships in boxes,                                                                                                   [...]

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