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it has your eyes

I recognise this thought. It is one of the old ones that I had left on a bus seat quite deliberately. I am surprised it found me here, a continent away. 9 more words

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'Bloom' by Harry Giles

Oh God, for you the feral beauty
of punching a fascist in the face.
For you the bruise as unfolding orgasm,
the humiliation as scented whips. 134 more words

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Cultivation

I had nothing to say
so I said… nothing

I turned the other way
just in case
my soul was watching

Reflection off of the blank screen… 106 more words

Poetry

untitled

The palms of my feet sometimes remember

That they were for gripping (trees and things like that);

That they didn’t always belong to me

Just for walking or for running… 28 more words

Writing

it fits just behind my eye

I recognise this thought.

It is one of the old ones

That I left on a bus seat

Quite deliberately.

I am surprised it found me here, a continent away. 11 more words

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foot finding

I look for the bones of my grandfather with the soles of my feet. I do it by walking barefoot amongst the trees and sundry waiting to feel him there. 41 more words

Writing

I will inherit my fathers house

Some memories don’t live in your brain

But in the fat of your stomach

Or the muscle of your thighs

Or even in the hairs that grow out of your skin. 29 more words

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