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Just Short of a Stare

There in the quietness A stranger strays into my sight In that tunnel of curiosity I look, just short of a stare Beyond the straight line Of cafe chairs Through the hypnotic mist Of desire…I look again Something about the … Continue reading

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There, in Context

Are we there yet? Words of innocence A notion of a promise An image of delight Or fear A contradiction beyond Explanation A chameleon of a sort There, is a fragmented place Coloured by age By a child eye An … Continue reading

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When Darkness Slips

Each night When darkness slips When bone and flesh Begin to ache The land beyond The glass Beyond the face Of Time Summons our altered Mind To travel To that place Where dreams sit and wait Like trains To take … Continue reading

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In a Simpler Way

The skin looks dry Slightly loose No longer tight Nor supple smooth Years have added That virus…decay Each day To face and limb An extra wrinkle Or to explain it In a simpler way An ageing face Is a map … Continue reading

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On a City Quay

A constant drizzle Hits a pavement Wet… A hanging sky Just waits A city’s quay hides A menacing face As darkness gathers before a silent moon The stranger sees anger In a contorted shape The grey-headed man Is a bullied … Continue reading

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Words, Who Gives A…

Words… Soundings… Bullshit or truth In anger or jest In pain or comfort Echo or deceit A purpose… An agenda… A face behind the mask A face in front of the camera A mouthpiece Who speaks? Who listens? Who spoke … Continue reading

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Mysterious Moon

Before evening twilight As day fades A half moon stares Half face Half mask What she sees She keeps In the craters Of her memory As day fades Before evening twilight Invades… Thatcher Doran

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Inkless Print

at times I am overwhelmed by the echoes of forgotten lives the narrative of lost shadows words that lie silent in dusted books ridiculed in inkless print by eyes that cannot see by hearts…cold by time and distance the gap…the … Continue reading

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About a Day in April

What words best describe a path through life the face behind the mask words that will not dry too dry….. but lie gentle on the page like a star at night a picture painted to tell a story…fragments just fragments … Continue reading

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His Age Is Showing

the man in the ambiguous brown suit bobs and nods his head paying tribute to the labour of his day though, his age is showing and bit by bit the face will twitch the mouth will slip as saliva gathers … Continue reading

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