In spite of you

A bang in the door, a flash in the night, cries of madness, claws of blood, please, oh please, stop it soon. Hands strike & strike the blow, a blade on the lap, hands tightly tied, clocks strike midnight, power poisons the pain, such, such a shame is going to…

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Heart of Glass

See such hands folded exactly glass & the colour of sunshine. Face, wrinkled like wrought wood, fire, white like stars. A single stroke, a single bump, tells her years of very stubborn work rolling around her only art ribbons tied across her lonely heart. her neck blows like her husband’s…

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Brave World Magazine

Crumbles before our eyes We’re losing Venice we’re losing our art. Museums are bleeding laces & glass are swooning We’re losing Venice crumbles before our eyes. Masks fade to grey calli cannot breathe Hypocrisy dances our heritage sinks.

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