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pilgrims way
2pm, march 12, deep hampshire and nearing the end of 16 kilometres. i set out to walk a portion of the pilgrims way, something i’ve been slowly and in pieces trying to complete for a couple of years. something in me knew this would be the last walk for awhile, i’d been headachy for a…
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turn, turn, turn
almost every formidable musical memory i have involves being in the car. music was the fabric of my family – my parents both played music and met on the music scene in santa fe in the 1970s. music literally made me; without it they would not have met and i would not exist. one of…
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darklight
A crescent moon and Venus thin veil of wintergloam wisp and woodfire vapour whistle of settlefrost and haunt of your heartvoice felt between the darklight.
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Winter Solstice, Greenwich Park
Rain. The kind that feels like it will never let up, except it does and then starts again in another bucketing shower that sounds like someone put their thumb over the end of the garden hose and pointed it at at the roof. It’s been raining since I arrived back from the desert a week…
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monsoon
what am i going to write about this far-flung evening not so quiet not so normal not so anything seated alone on a south-facing porch rain dripping off every surface patter of droplets chirp of frogs everything is damp three hundred twenty tree species thrive in the high western ghats which one’s in shadow which…
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chang’e
is she still waiting there? on a hot october evening in a hong kong park in 2006, little groups of friends hover around colourful lanterns. tiny bonfires are lit. there are candles and incense. people are stretched out on blankets. it’s night, but there is an odd feeling of day in the air because of…
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separation
how long will i sit in silence while this cord stretches out far, far, far you in the space beyond denying – trying – what’s ours from forever wait, wait, wait a universe of expectancy, patient unconditional love, love, love for the ages keep on walking into fog thick trust, trust, trust and i can…
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september
that day. that september day when the stifling summer releases its grip. when the air is crisp with a universe of possibilities.
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Megan Eaves-Egenes 