Looking deep into the drab recesses of the evening wood is to look into the moonless flat night. The greens and browns are diluted into greys and shadowy blacks. Walking …
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Déjà vu
I I see houses Rows and rows of coffins Lives unscripted Worlds full of losses And then I get this feeling inside That I’ve been here before And when I …
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Observation – 0004
It is as if I can see where my soul will end up when I die: like looking at the sea and trying to count the waves, never ending and …
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Less than One
I I am my father’s son I try to be a man’s man Tough when I can Provide for my family I don’t turn and run I stay He left …
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Writing words and words when written
‘I write in order to peruse myself.’ – Henri Michaux ‘I write in order to pursue myself!’ -KarM When I write it comes from nowhere and ends up …
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Treading on Light
The light of guidance that is Islam is so strong, so bright that one thinks it can only be applied in absolute terms. One can be blinded to its nuance, …
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Gyokuro – The King of Green Teas
Strong and bitter, it grounds you in the earth whilst yet regarding the straw shaded sun. You are rooted and burning. The tongue drinks and is flattened, dried, tasting within …
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Me… alone.
The inside of my face has been scrawled with the graffiti of my experiences and thoughts. Together they are varnished over with sweat and sighs and torched wishes; black ash …
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Control
He erupted like the seat belt pulled taut in an emergency stop, tight, straight and restricting. His breath was short and sharply inhaled and he glowered from a dark overhanging …
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The past, at a certain age, becomes a landscape of loss and of absence and of regret. It is an obscured territory confused by wishes and dreams. It’s truth is …
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