Tag Archives: GJ Hart

Going, Knowing and Not

No time to crash through broken machinery – this morning the cat’s not breezing over icey tiles, charcoal stripes exclaiming, she’s absent in that way days sometimes don’t arrive. Anticipation’s a bully, uses what it can – a speeding car – … Continue reading

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September on Sea

October has notions, sits beyond the white rocks shielding us, eyeing wasps and glitters and waiting to push grey legs into surf. It knows stones can devour their heft in feathers and waves are just the sound of days breaking … Continue reading

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A Heart Is

not a house and injurious to summon it that way even when arguments force the hall to empty and empty those chambers naturally in place. And still, to argue weeds beneath feet once kicked each wave and fingers hung from … Continue reading

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Places I No Longer Visit

Those chambers across the water beneath the moon pinned its hair and sang to beg the maples not crumble and the wind not ill-natured and the trees still bent against it. The station, with suitcase ironed and cracked and the … Continue reading

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Rocks

My death mother and death father are very different to my life mother and life father. I hope I don’t come to resent them because of this. They meet me outside the shopping centre and tell me my clothes are … Continue reading

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