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Hypocrisy of the critic

I stand
before this
masterpiece.

Numb and
unimpressed.

My eye arrested
more by
the craft
of the framer
the cursive
script of
the artists
signature. 108 more words

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Hypocrisy of the critic

I stand
before this
masterpiece.

Numb and
unimpressed. 126 more words

Poetry

Angling on a calm day

No wind and not a ripple
on the face of reflection,
lull a fool into a false sense
of gentle melancholy.

The rocks are dry. 229 more words

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My Unknown Soldier

Abbeville wood
on a mid-summers
evening.
Darkness creeps,
stealing heat and
colour from the beds
of the slaughtered.

I stand aghast,
beaten, by the enormity… 421 more words

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You told me

Silence creeps
along the burnt edge
of misery.
A body tattered,
a white flag lays limp
in my hand.

July sun
paints roses on
the bedroom wall. 101 more words

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Night Driving

Eyes wide,
face glaring back
from a black screen.
Breath condensing
on frosted glass.

White shadows
loom and leap
from dark asphalt.
Fingers gloved, toes numb… 51 more words

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I hold and feel you
dance along
the curling coils
of flex.

Your words
encoded,
in the nexus of
cold black space.

Sigue Sigue Sputnik… 174 more words

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