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A soft cloud of relief, drifts gently across the aura of the day .. my aura, the aura of the room – this house that has seen many movements. It began this morning with a friendly turning, one that was not so unfriendly as before. A turning as if navigating something of a corner and…

When I write, I am me. Little bits of Lucy come out like squozen toothpaste on to an expectant page. Each word tumbles out as if pushing the other in a queue. The domino effect of thought, crystallised and channelled through touch and finger; the thought of the hand, the birthing of letters as each…

The day today, where the source of what it means to deconstruct, to question, to critique, to resist, left.   I had felt the loss for days beforehand.   I came from one place to the next, to follow him.   Transported to study and learn and try and be like that man, that gentle…

Somewhere drips the sweat of yesterday, where skin came together and ripped us from ourselves.  Somewhere I am kissing the proverbial, and you’re absorbed in your own sense of tomorrow. Split screens, screens split, screens split us as blossom glues itself to green embers on garden posts and red pillar boxes.  Foam, formly moistness, rich…

When birds fly past me and I miss their wings, but feel their strength.

To flip the switch. But there is no switch – The keeping going of the keeping going. Each churn of the cell is a connection regained, Re-lost, whichever the movement may be. Not to indulge, In insult or injury, In love-lust or unluck, Speaks languages beyond dreams. Askance in peacock attitudes, Where mind and mouth…