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Word Of The Tree

The merchants came
with the sudden breath of dawn,
hauling the stench of oils
and the bawl of chainsaw engines,
and the limbs of the tree
fell in heavy pieces
onto the red and stoney ground.

In the sigh of its burning,
the tree renders
a dry and gentle song.

The trash man weeps.

At the smoke of ...

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Just keep sailing...

I’ve never liked smiling,
always thought I looked odd,
like a rippled reflection of myself. 

But recently,
the skin around my eyes crinkle
into origami boats.

My lips are sails,
unfurled to the corners of my face,
and my teeth slip out in every wave of smiles. 

It’s involuntary—
the jo...

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I took a small break from this but have decided to continue the story.  If you need a refresher, the first 8 chapters are all here

Merlin and the Dragon Queen - Chapter 9

Yggdra...

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I Woke Up Feeling So Irritable This Morning!

A brief stint in the garden almost killed me when you didn’t
call: all my loose skin came undone, bits of brown
stretched into a macrame of insect bites and furrows dug
by thorns. To garden is to suffer. One scoops the bulbs up
from the earth swearing to faithfully rehome their roots, that the tiny hail
...

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The front was all harshness, grey and jagged sea;
Stone, stung ears, a lone bar of rock cast off in water.
We lived close to white villas,
Misplaced as though they were in Spain, keeping out the sun,
Only for gulls to pace by greasy cardboard
As lightbulbs swung, leaching colour.
 
A gull dove once;
Its lifeless eyes peered right at us.
...

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