2014

caverns

we lit candles in the ruined church and wept – where is the God to save us from ourselves? wax spills outwards, accidental patterns on empty air: prayer fills the vacant space, sending unexpected love the emptiness of deep pits…

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New year

I lie in a cooling bath on New Year’s Day thinking about redemption, unresolved Outside the streets are empty, reluctant to make a start: the sky is gallows grey, and a half-read novel slumps on the mat Downstairs scraps of…

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