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Under seige
Beyond the blues
Introspect
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push
a strange distance
SWIMMING ALWAYS DOWNWARD
A ONCE-FAMILIAR LANDSCAPE
No Apology
the thunder
tinder
VERBAL PORTRAIT OF A CAT OWNER
critical shortage
the sky we thought we knew
CIRCA SOLEM
almanac
baby
dearest orlando
FIVE MONTHS
A LETTER TO THE UNDESERVING
cactus heart
would we
the fall of giants
paradise lost
Dad
after you've gone
time
a smile from the eyes
trepidation
why so cold
fix this
swallow me
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insular
cry alone
robin
quicksand
laces
D.I.S.C.
stripped
waving goodbye
your open eyes
enemy within
mortal
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sleepless
OUTSIDER
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come dream with me
in the face of adversity
one word
the dark of the night
untouchable
one and one makes two
you burn me
see me
this shaken core
my lover
helen
my room
his words
foolish
rita
chalk drawings
the longest night
stupid skeleton
CLOTHES MAKETH
FIRST LASTS
STELLAR
TODAY
I WATCHED A MAN DIE TODAY
THREE WEEKS
this slippery slope
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Arrows
First Kiss
The Talk Of Love
Nicotine
Blackout

the longest night

 
The world turns and we are struck
As someone we’ve never known grieves for someone we’ve never known
We are struck by a sadness we do not expect.
 
As the seconds dragged to minutes, and the minutes dragged to hours
We held our collective breath waiting for the moment
Waiting for the signal
That it was ok
That we were ok.
 
We held her hand
As she held the door for him
And lingered at the threshold,
Standing on tiptoe,
Craning her neck for any glimpse
Of someone coming the other way.
 
She made a space
With food, and music, and love.
And we kept a space
A net of hands on keyboards
And tears on keyboards
And hearts on keyboards
That I couldn’t see
And couldn’t help but feel.
 
How extraordinary it is
That she can take a dissipated world and draw it in;
Herd us over broken glass through a barbed-wire corridor
And lead us bruised and bleeding out the other side,
And we are grateful for every scratch and tear?
Because she has endured the knife down to her bones
We bleed a little from every cut in her;
Just a little...
And we are better for each drop we bleed together.
 
Because together we can breathe.
We breathe out, and breathe in, and breathe on.

#amandapalmer #afp #anthony

© mjc 24 June 2015

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Daughter, sister, aunt, godmother, friend, public servant; self-confessed hermit, confirmed cat person, sporadic baker, irreformable yarncrafter, voracious reader; occasional wit, voluble shower vocalist, frequent sacrifice on the altar of brain-to-mouth filter fails, unrepentant purveyor of puns and dad jokes, writer and poet.

I have always lived by the theory that no matter what you do for a living - if you are compelled to write, if you wake up in the night to scrawl the contents of your dreams on a notebook beside the bed, if no event in your life seems complete without you recording it, if you are drawn to comment upon the world - then you are a writer.

These are my words.