The first sit at a new seat. Looking out at a new old street. Sweet golden bark and roots. Spilling out on broken pavement My heart beats. Some nostalgic music and fresh air blue sky and green leaves White paint and dirty brickwork. atomic mess - I cannot describe the presence of time. The bursting … Continue reading Flitting (In Summer)
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Unbecoming a sad-sack
I've recently been through somewhat of a malaise. Perhaps from my own doing, perhaps from circumstances, certainly from a combination of the two. My usual routine came unbinded and I've been slightly at odds with myself and what I do minute -to-minute. Which is quite an uncomfortable experience. Some of this has been brought on … Continue reading Unbecoming a sad-sack
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