Tag Archives: Literature

A find

Fickle and fragile and febrile and foolish
After so many years of self-awareness
Why do innver moves still force the surface out of focus?
Sighing: self-inflicted pain is the only one to let go

Future

How reckless is stupidity diverted to oneself?
How many of the same mistakes is one entitled to make?
How careless does one need to be before becoming one’s own bait?
How far into the past does one need to see before being freed from its shelf?

Temptation

When silence is self-imposed, it enriches illusions and cleanses sullen thoughts, whilst its infliction by others causes anger to pass but an insisting deception to grow.

Prose

Sighing is to disappointment what tears are to sadness. But when smiling makes you slumber, you have no choice but to share it.

Wit

Will our solitariness ever lift, or is the life of the mind its own reward?

J.M. COETZEE, Youth.

Corporeal


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When the head is the lid
And the voice is the key
The heart is the twist
That unveils the need

The ribs are the chest
And lungs can be love
That unlock what is best
From within the soul

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Pictures by Brett Lloyd

The Exercise

Dam-like, water force
Opposing impulses I know so well
A pound lock, rising rivulets
Fighting to emerge from my own dwell