TINY CONTINENTS LOST

SWEET HELLO, WARM GOODBYE.

She packed up the bookshelf
heading back,
But not backwards

Bit the chocolate bullet
And the apple- isle

A Garum in the garden
Lighter in kitchen
Jump on the landing
Crawling the stairs

Rosehip and chai
Phone bill neglected
Key in the letterbox
Sweet hello, warm goodbye.


- Miriam McGarry

THE HALVES

i thought i understood it
that i could grasp it
but i didn't, not really

only the smudgeness of it.

the pink slippered all-containered
semi-precious eagerness of it.

i didn't realise it would sometimes be more than whole
that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
because it's the halves that halve you in half.

didn't know
don't know
about the in between bits.

the gory bits of you,
and gory bits of me.

QUIESCENT

MIMESIS

Barbara and Michael Leisgen - Mimesis or Die Natur erzeugt Ähnlichkeiten, La Nature produit des Ressemblances. See more here.

PAST ALL THE SIGNS OF SLOW DECLINE

ZANDER OLSEN

THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING

VERTIGO: the insuperable longing to fall.

CAN'T WIPE THE SMILE OFF MY FACE

TAKE THE ROSES AND THE LOADED GUN.

CATCH SOME LIGHT

9 AM.

I wanted to be around him all the time. He provided that addictive sense of freefall you get when you read Bukowski and start drinking whisky at 9 am, and the more I disentangled myself from my sad, worn out old relationship, the more susceptible I was to his hazardous charm.

MAKE YOUR MOVE