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Hurried Exchange

Voracious spices bearing down on us as though hoping to extinguish our disillusionment. ‘What right do they have?’ I ask and you hush me hastily too aware of other voices. ‘This is the city of fear,’ you say. ‘Where back … Continue reading

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The Left and the Right

Left eye – blue, far away Right eye – red, close by I spy with each The different directions Of my soul. With both I can tell wrong from Good, chance from destiny. With one I see marvellous Lies, with … Continue reading

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Colours Bleeding Through

I want to see the colours bleeding through everything, endless spectres of delight needless and unheeding. I want them to follow my ghosts around and invade their gelatin bodies, their exsanguinated feckless skulls. When I shut the world off I … Continue reading

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Please. No Tourism. Only Prayer

Skeletal saints without faces, bare hollow torsos behind glass throwing back at us reflections of tainted walls, mute windows and pale flowers like the spit of angels. Echoing regrets bounce from pillar-head to pillar-head, injuring disconsolate apostles. Prayers hit cupolas … Continue reading

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