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A Fog Of Saints | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. A Fog Of Saints. On November 1, 2015. Beneath birch and cedar. The lake calls across. Of the little devil’s bridge. 8211; A purple wrapper. 8211; Red ribbon. 8211; The corpse of a bird. Which now holds the potential. As your feet fall on mulching leaves? There is only air. Left to turn themselves. From → Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Closed Circuits | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. For band updates and to listen or purchase their music, choose from the links below:. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 3 other followers. RT @ vicky langan. Speaking/performing at @ Audiograft Fest. Fri-Sat), Apologies in Advance @ iklectikartlab. Sun) and @ GoldsmithsUoL. Mon) http 1 minute ago. RT @ colin stetson. Essential listening. https: 2 hours ago. Https:/ 2 hours ago.
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Undertow | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. On October 31, 2015. There are no wilds here. We pool our words. And carry them to the river. In a syntax of the drowned. From → Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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chrisxopage | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. June 25, 2016. May 24, 2016. May 24, 2016. A Fog Of Saints on. November 1, 2015. October 31, 2015. Laquo; Older Entries. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 3 other followers. RT @ vicky langan. Speaking/performing at @ Audiograft Fest. Fri-Sat), Apologies in Advance @ iklectikartlab. Sun) and @ GoldsmithsUoL. Mon) http 1 minute ago. RT @ colin stetson. Essential listening. https: 2 hours ago.
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Messages | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. Just like a FaceBook Wall, write your messages and comments here. As ever I am amazed, proud and humbled by your talents. Meditation so beautiful- have you forwarded to your father? Talk Sunday – am I seeing a transition in style or simply an ability to create different forms? Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. I'll be...
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Dead Weather | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. On May 24, 2016. We head south there is no room for poets here only tourist money and dusty rooms bleeding in to the golden river. 'Heritage' they say corrupting youth at every corner 'this is the way it must be the way it must return' and the dust bleeds down the banks. We pick our words from stray animals and granite rubble moving down towards a brighter sun once more. From → Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Laquo; Blood Violet.
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Chris Page | Meat. Blood. Time. | Page 2
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Meat Blood. Time. October 31, 2015. I watch you grow. And I am not fluent in this new language,. Its frozen images shattered against time. Do I build altars to them? Do I will monoliths for these glitches of you? I cannot process this haunted presence,. Do not understand how to give weight. To the incorporeal vision. But I mould my form. With breath and blood. Into the presence of a man. That can weather its weight. With an unbending spine. October 31, 2015. Autumn comes with daggers. And I am beaten.
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Port Saints | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. On May 24, 2016. ALL ROADS ARE TOO STEEP NOW YOU LONG FOR THE TOOLS TO PERFORATE AND PIERCE ERUPT THE EARTH IN A CORNUCOPIA OF ABUNDANT BIRTH AND RECLAMATION. YOU WALK ON CARRYING THE MARKS IT PROMISES. From → Poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. A Fog Of Saints.
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Commissions | Chris Page
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Meat Blood. Time. Chris writes words for yourself, your loved ones, or for rituals. Send him an a private message using the form below. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 3 other followers. RT @ vicky langan. Speaking/performing at @ Audiograft Fest. Fri-Sat), Apologies in Advance @ iklectikartlab. Sun) and @ GoldsmithsUoL. Mon) http 1 minute ago. RT @ colin stetson. Essential listening. https: 2 hours ago.