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Howling Wolves or Sailing into the wild grey yonder

At night, sea wolves sniff around our boat
snapping at the lines, scratching the shrouds
howling in frustration that only the rain
and not they can get in,
its persistent drips seeping through
thread-thin cracks and gaps.

Published on 28/03/2014

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Poetry > A Geography of the Heart

Resuscitation

You open my mouth like an envelope
Looking to find a message
Instead, the scent of death
rises up to meet you.

Published on 28/03/2014

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Poetry > A Geography of the Heart

Feast of Annunciation

Dumbstruck by an angel
on my way to paradise...

Published on 13/01/2014

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Poetry > A Geography of the Heart

Remnants

In moontime I call: we quickly
climb inside each others skulls
rummage hand in hand through
old jokes
dusty dreams
& childhood fears

Published on 13/01/2014

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