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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)

Your absence

is like

a presence


It’s in

the heaviness of my breasts

the prickling on my skin

the dryness of my throat


Your absence

is like

a hollow


It’s in

the tautness of my skin

the tension in my neck

the curving of my back


Your absence

is like

an aching


It’s in

the clamour of my mind

the stifling of desire

the quick pressure of my pulse

good night: sweet, tender one,

sleep softly and light

and know that I'll be

visiting, dancing

singing and spinning

through your dreams tonight.

your music is so

loud today

I'm struggling

to think

to breathe

to love


and sometimes in the moments

when I miss your song the most,

I push against the silent din

a wild, wailing cry.


your air is so

thick right now

I'm struggling

to see

to look

to be


and whenever there are gaps between

when I miss your sound the most,

I slide along the edge of space,

a frantic, lost step.


your light is so

bright in time

I'm struggling

to laugh

to sigh

to dance


and when the spaces grow too large

when I need your presence most

I linger in the steps we shared,

a lost and lonely dance.

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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