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THE NIGHT SKY WITH A SUN

She talks and points and gestures and smiles. I stare and back into a vacuum it sucks me, everything simmers to a murmur. The vein pulsates and the sound of...
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PRISONERS

The prisoners of Stalin's gulags tattooed anti Stalin slogans in to the skin of their faces.
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EMPTY SHELL

The smooth glide of a new key Throws open the freshly oiled door Determined footsteps hit the laminate floor Fresh paint odours permeate the air   A blank canvas overall...
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DAISYCUTTER

Daisy cutter, daisy cutter One Two Three Tear apart my limbs And liberate me   Daisy cutter daisy cutter One Two Three Treat these cuticles Soft as can be  ...
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BONDING BETWEEN PARENT AND CHILD

Bonding between parent and child takes place weekly in this house; baking cakes, building ships and destructing specifically preserved bubble-wrap- there was a time and place for everything.
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DESCENT

There was a tune lingering in her head; one she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
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TO-DO LIST

Drop off dry cleaning Book in MOT- Gary’s garage Defend human rights E-mail PTA- offer sugar-free cupcakes Return Mum’s call Activate self esteem Book hairdressers Self destruct Buy 4 x...
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IT’S A CHERRY SUNBURN

  It’s a cherry sunburn With rays pouring down honey-soaked The gravel underneath tastes of brown sugar And the walls take on the inky purple of red cabbage swirls Set...
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METAPHORS WE LIVE BY

A moment of pause amongst the routines of life can unlock a powerful world of hidden truths. Unravel the metaphors which will drench the mundane minutes with oceans of meaning....
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"Everything has already been said"

- FRITHJOF SCHUON

"Remember and remember and remember, until a voice proclaims 'what did we forget again?' "

- REEDBED DIASPORA

“The path trodden by wayfarers and pilgrims ... was dearer to her than her kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book. For a moment she rediscovered the meaning of her life. She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, then, out of love of life, to give birth to heirs who would do it in her place.”

- BORIS PASTERNAK

“I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry.”

- SYLVIA PLATH

"And I guess that the tightness in the throat

and the tiny cascading sensation

somewhere inside us are both part of that

sense of something else. That feeling, I mean."

- SIMON ARMITAGE

"I fear for my nephew... Men see the world too clearly from the mountains"

- ABU TALIB IBN ABDUL MUTALLIB

"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy"

- HAMLET

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

The poet doesn't invent. He listens. We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. There is not a particular life which does not bear poetry within it.

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement. The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads to madness. The true poem rests between the words. Poetry is frosted fire.

Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

The poet is the priest of the invisible. Poetry is just evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. If you can't be a poet, be the poem.

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