Chrysalis

Like a weird semi-developed thing inside a chrysalis, ugly and soupy and totally not viable, I begin to stir about and shake. I’m…

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Forty Daze

Death and grief have caused me to stumble and slow down, over the past two months. Where was I going? What was I focussed on?

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November Rain

This is the first November I have ever loved. Each delicate yellow leaf against each stroke of grey, and every brown, red and…

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