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be the serpent: If all the world's a stage (Stockton Stigma Stories - Mind Me Project)
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010. If all the world's a stage (Stockton Stigma Stories - Mind Me Project). If all the world's a stage,. She'd rather stay behind the scenes. She'd paint the sky with birds. And prompt the actors with. The words she dare not speak. She'd rather watch from velvet seats. With chocolate treats,. All cosy in the dark,. Invisible to eyes too blinded by the lights. And at the end, the final act,. She'd hurry back to friends,. And tell them of the drama, romance, songs,.
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be the serpent: There’s something in the trees
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Thursday, August 11, 2011. There’s something in the trees. There’s something in the trees,. That makes us whole again,. That makes us one again,. That makes us,. There’s something in the trees,. That moves my soul again,. That wakes the words inside. I thought I’d lost. For I must cease my chatter. In the hush of ancient woods. There’s no place here for noisy minds. And as he holds my hand and. Leads me further in,. I feel it fall,. I leave it all behind. We pick our path through twisted roots.
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be the serpent: Resistance
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010. The trees that line the twisting road,. Lean in to drop their words in bright red flurries. Silent sentences, unheard by speeding cars. I watch one almost curtsey to me,. Slender limbs in silhouette. And I forget the fifty things that filled my head,. That chased me from my Sunday bed. I need this distance. Miles of asphalt moving me away from Monday. Driving far enough to hide me from the glare. Of screens and stares and acronyms. Burrowing through my brain to leave me numb.
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be the serpent: Snakes and Ladders
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010. And slip down secret snakes,. That wait for me. To miss a step,. I lose my grip,. On scales as smooth as silver tongues,. That spit me out,. But when in hell, as Winston says,. You keep on going,. Never knowing where each fateful step will lead. And so I carry on, across the board,. Ignored by ladder climbers, clutching, grabbing,. Pushing, to the top. I quietly endure the little boxes,. Fingers crossed for lucky numbers. To release me from this trap. And as I wait my turn,.
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be the serpent: Tanka for Japan (partially inspired by Paper Beginnings, an installation at the University of York)
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Monday, May 09, 2011. Tanka for Japan (partially inspired by Paper Beginnings, an installation at the University of York). One thousand birds suspended,. Like ours, I write my secret. Wish on the wings of a crane. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I Wunt Dare Campaign. Starlight To Casual Moths. Tanka for Japan (partially inspired by Paper Begin. Tanka for Japan (partially inspired by Flood, an i. Picture Window theme. Theme images by Nikada.
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be the serpent: Christmas Spirit
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Monday, January 10, 2011. I pluck the baubles from the tree that's living in our room. I strip away the lights and watch the gloom creep back into the corner. I'll miss the flickering glow that lit our winter afternoons. I wish the light could linger longer, make the magic last. But on the sixth, tradition says, the season ends, the spirit fades,. We pack the holiday away and put it in the loft. And under the weight of a January sky. We carry our wilted tree outside. The ghost of Christmas, passed.
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be the serpent: Make do and mend
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Friday, February 10, 2012. Make do and mend. Those were the darkest days. When love so long rationed, was coldly cast off, thrown away. But she found him, falling apart,. And she loved his broken pieces,. And he saw her unravelling heart,. And he told her it was perfect. And they wondered if two friends,. Could make do and mend,. Stitch back together,. Make new again,. Their worn out old lives. So he caught her, coming undone,. Tried to fix her fraying edges. And they make do and mend,. Make new again,.
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be the serpent: Ripper
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Thursday, August 11, 2011. He brings me wild things,. Wild things with wings. He leaps into the still and silent sky,. To murder my metaphors. He holds them in his mouth a while,. Then lays them out before me on the floor. Death is his gift. Yet still I hope for the things with feathers. Still I cradle them. Their tiny hearts beat rhythms in my hand. Still I carry them outside, and stroke their heads and place them on the ground. With whispered apologies I retreat,. To watch them from the window,.
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be the serpent: Nap time
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Monday, November 17, 2014. While the babies sleep. Tea, chocolate, notebook, pencil. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I Wunt Dare Campaign. Starlight To Casual Moths. Picture Window theme. Theme images by Nikada.
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be the serpent: Sacred Spirit
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Saturday, August 25, 2012. I know a song that stops the rain'. But she played it anyway,. Stared into the water as it fell. In pools of grey that puddled round the door. As the drums beat down. The deluge waned,. The birds and blue appeared again. And the rain ended. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I Wunt Dare Campaign. Starlight To Casual Moths. Picture Window theme. Theme images by Nikada.
