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Terra's Tales: Camisado
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Sunday, 30 January 2011. In a double dream, I must spell out the storm:. How the half moon spoke in reams. Of folk lore, pipe dreams that tore. The sky in two. How the walls. Began to blister and you, sister,. Took your place beneath my skin. We met stargrazing, your eyes electric,. Lacing your lies, your intricacies,. Like a cat's cradle. And I, stumbling, stuttering. On in a maze of scars. My modern morphia,. For this, this is how. I guess...
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Terra's Tales: September 2010
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Monday, 20 September 2010. Is holding a workshop on concrete poetry. At the moment, and since it's been quite a while now since I last entered one, I was determined to rustle up something for it. So here we are, a visual/concrete version of .mercury. Please go and see the full-sized deviation here. For some reason this has gone all blurry in the resizing. :. You can read the rest of the mythology series here. Thursday, 16 September 2010.
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Terra's Tales: Brackish
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Wednesday, 9 March 2011. After the wet season, before. The midsummer night's drought,. I flight for the floodplains, where. The northern downpour bleeds out. And sweeps its love to the mouth. Of my lungs. I sleep in the crux. Of an oxbow, let my dreams flux. And flow fractured, deltaic. For this. Is the way I piece myself apart,. A resolution, my absolution. In a new avulsion. During the day, I move south. Towards the river mouth, picking.
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Terra's Tales: June 2010
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Sunday, 27 June 2010. Sunday's Child Speaks To Sleep. Once upon a Sunday, I saw god. And she looked like you – moon-eyed insomnia. Collecting sleep-dust at the elbows, rusting. Ball-joints. She chewed the chalk-lit skies. As they curved chromatic into my stiff yellow collarbones,. And swept up the night. She was busy setting suns. And settling the air, but she took the time. To answer my prayer in lullaby tones. I see you clearer –. I’...
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Terra's Tales: February 2011
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Monday, 14 February 2011. The first thing I remember was the hunger. Waking up and thinking is this natural? The way you fit your hands round my waist. And hold me like a doll, or toxic waste. From a post-nuclear family. - At arm's length. You said the greed was my fault,. Something to do with the biological seed. Of what makes me woman. Makes me wrong. I was told I don't belong here. I was out of my depth, treading water. For the proper ver...
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Terra's Tales: October 2010
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Saturday, 30 October 2010. Tales Of A Tub. The soft carpets, and now,. At the end of the corridor,. The bath is running. The water is tongueless, breathless. I make a well in the thunder,. And shape a space for myself. To rock shut in the crux of a chemical. Imbalance, this dyskrasia. It tastes. Of finality: the salt of stones. And shattered wrists. Restless slumber. It is also this:. My fists clenched on the future,. Get ready to dream.
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Terra's Tales: Surgery
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Friday, 4 February 2011. Something most people don't realise. Is that coral splints, painted brown,. Screwed into the skull and mounted. Like a crown allow for a preternatural. Reconstruction. A rebirth; to break free. And shed skin like tears. A kind of shipwreck. Surgery that makes a child look like a deer. It turns out, is what hypothermia does to my brain. I Hate Myself and Want to Die. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Beowulf' - more...
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Terra's Tales: December 2010
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Sunday, 26 December 2010. Notes From A Famine. Lost in sleep, charting. Streams consciousness forgot, she. Eyes to find a guide – listens. To the sound of skies. This is where the seeds. Of dreams are sown – where muses. Grow and feed on stars,. Says the Moon,. Hung high and rung white. Insomnia, again. Gah. So tired and depressed right now. It was only to be expected, but still. I've had enough. :/. Sunday, 19 December 2010. And accumulate ...
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Terra's Tales: Stargrazing
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Half-choked and delirious sing-along-songs for the iGeneration. Monday, 14 February 2011. On nights like these. We like to call ourselves stargrazers,. We head up to the headland,. Where heaven grafts itself to earth,. Stitching the breeze between. Our cheekbones, our fingertips. Below, the sea stretches out. With an endless hush. You tell me. We'll sit in the rift. Of the tide's smile to keep in touch. With the muchness of being. And believing. But seeing. Beyond that pale of blacklight. Because your wo...
