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Tag: time & memory

Childhood

Posted on 10/11/2020 by Dove Grey

“Look mummy! There’s a shape-changer on the roof! First it was a man, and now it is a cougar!” “-Don’t be silly, boy, shape-changers don’t climb onto rooves.” “Yes yes! I saw it! He’s there.”   The sun beat down on the mother and son, Their little tea party on the deck continued. Howard finished…

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A Day To Day Forgetting

Posted on 21/10/202004/11/2020 by Dean English

(the 90’s in bedsits & share-houses) they stayed, if they could, impassive, immediate, lowered themselves, sat-squat on the word’s hearth, drip sat on its flame-lick, wet fire, tank straddled, finger-loosened bungs; unlocked at the front, they’d come back unsure of this at first, and the second time, with American verse, the confessional females, I’d perform…

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from SANDY ROOMS #4

Posted on 18/10/202025/10/2020 by Dean English

6 morning like nothing had happened; bench about a foot wide, three railings and seven or more municipal coats of various enamel paints covering seventy years of dawns, hissing ocean, salt and soap, sand, ‘sects, the bus so it links with the first train for one person who may feel the whole city conspires with,…

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The Tron

Posted on 14/09/2020 by Dove Grey

The river gurgles deep, Although from the warrant-of-fitness station, I cannot see it.   Concrete and steel. “Look here! Look at that!” Calls a boy in an army surplus shirt. Oil in the drain. “That’s the river! It goes right there!” Pointing downwards with his index finger.   That night, after the admonition, A mihi…

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Pre-Cortex Lands #4

Posted on 25/08/202026/08/2020 by Dean English

1 I’d planned to sleep in but I was wide awake at five so I teased the mortal seam churning a little, thinking of all the girls I’ve spanked, before rising, sprung as a catapult & stood against the wall three recent paintings. water had found a way to let itself in through the unfinished…

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from Pre-Cortex Lands #3

Posted on 25/08/202014/09/2020 by Dean English

caution: erotic content XV trunk at the base, grinding home animal sounds and overtones grass fronted, the wetness, she moans eye contact, blue on yellow/brown showing him that, in skirt, while squatting to his hat, putting her number on the stone on top of the notes. will reply he nods, mouth pushed in against the…

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from Blank Notime Pre-Cortex Lands #2

Posted on 11/06/2020 by Dean English

3 ———————————————— A year I watched a woman disappear each week the light a little more unclear her eyes I saw a little more of Less each time; knew the husband-kind a stranger at her side, driving arm, the hand he put the ring upon her finger, with the coin to pay the tollbooth operator—which…

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from Blank Notime Pre-Cortex Lands

Posted on 10/06/202012/06/2020 by Dean English

2 ———————————————— tough & happy, crystal eyes ruled thirty years the public courts swooped across the competition ladder, lifted, in her power serve grunted out the backhand, the unflinching doubles net game hydraulic smooth pivot in her netball golfing well as men, driving Drinkers’ drinkers home in cold conditions as the Past dissolve, in the…

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Lament # 1

Posted on 28/04/202023/06/2020 by Dean English

unable to watch; your tax used, your txt and browser history stored, in the cold, indefinitely the abyss is on the catwalks, and all the Past is kept as landmarks. I yearn to make mistakes again, to wake on someones couch. or arm, and not know where I am. no maps to get me home…

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Toy Otalogo

Posted on 15/04/202017/04/2020 by Dean English

I came across the book in the corner of a second hand shop old enough the stone step in had a concave scallop. And then from my home, from same but wooden, scalloped step in where the cat lays outside head propped on a mossy rock on top of the daffodils, it became in the…

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Loops

Posted on 02/04/202011/04/2020 by Dean English

it bangs on all day and we’re shown something similar  the next night, so familiar and repetitive is the footage in the valleys Yugoslavia as War appals unchanged that I feel as loose & nowhere as the displaced peoples leaving  with their favourite tools and fork sets, the carpets, their rolled up children with faces like lace curtains, dodging…

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la fine dell’amore

Posted on 14/02/2020 by Dove Grey

He was sworn against divorce, While she had had two marriages already. They were together for only eight years. In his seventh decade he gave her a scooter. She accepted, and rode around on it, Through the mountain roads of Italy, Floral dress, light shoes, Half-dome helmet, no lipstick. Just like in a festival film!…

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