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a WRITE_1
of passage

passage: from περᾰ́ω  (peráō)

to go from one side to another

to pass through, over or traverse, cross, esp. over water

(intransitive) to penetrate or pierce (of a pointed weapon)

Updated: Dec 10, 2022

Three folded I am lost to time

and the myths of mind.


Just cut: assault on spirit

struck by revolutionary

guillotine

leaves us bleeding

meaning out.


Net loss: bludgeoned soul

‘therapy’ makes emotion

pathology

subverts heart’s treasure

and analyses it out.


Last fight: body blitz

dis-ease manifests

digitally

reduces pathos to performance

and streams it out.


What remnants of self

watch time’s slow dusting?

Updated: Dec 10, 2022

Where the road bends

at the edge of nowhere,

and yellowed, stony sand

gives way to short, straggly grasses,

then longer, spiked blades,

and finally tall daggers

shooting their leaves towards the sky.


The heat ripples the light,

now squashing, now stretching it

accordion-like.

And I see the ghosts of journeys long gone,

flickering in and out

as my mind brushes past their knives,

blades slicing into my thoughts.


Why does she present me

with this heavy, electric scene?

Should I drive on,

following the curve in the road,

or pick my way

through the upraised daggers

at the edge of nowhere?

Sometimes, when the

moonshine fades

from the night,

I find myself

glowing softly –

the only source of light


And in this between

time, when thoughts

glimmer like

star-shine, I stretch

past edges –

to send messages in the night


After, when the dawn

emerges gently,

I flow in,

while pink spreads

far and wide –

bearing in its arms the day’s bright.

COLLECTIONS

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DEATH BY AGREEMENT

some seem to have agreed a pact for passage.
tidings hard to fathom.

STRANGE WATERS

experimental forms and thoughts that seem to come from elsewhere

AS IT IS

here now: this is what we find, this is what we see, this is what finds us

TRACERY

second and third associations. words and shapes.

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ANGRY RED SUN, PALE SHADOWED NIGHT

a second stab at a book-style tranche of writings. formed in the end not entirely how it was intended.

THROUGH LIGHT

first steps. written mostly past midnight through dawn. night muse visitations.

WHO AM I?

Strandloper, edge-dweller, being. Sometime poet.

This site began as insomnia. Soon there were enough words for a book (Through Light). A little later, another collection was almost a book (Angry Red Sun, Pale Shadowed Night). Then came snatches of someone's thoughts from somewhere (As It Is). Dark tidings have also been received (Death by Agreement).
Along the way there are words on a plane (Tracery).

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WRITE_1: a write of passage.

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