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it’s all wrapped up this birth, budding in secret corridors swollen fallopians bellies blossoming sakura of soft pink skin-creased sorrows fall in a fruity flush fleshed out to rot annular imperfection ring cycle of an ovoid is egg, yoked to hope Easter’s iconic trope… Continue Reading “Egg”

This year’s nests

“Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth,    To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth,   There are no birds in last year’s nest!” * A robin is not just for Christmas kitsch cards and rosy redbreast in sentimental snow – this blooded bully with its matador caped chest and eye, beady sharp as scissored beak is salve for wakeful winter midnights compulsive songster… Continue Reading “This year’s nests”