Category Archives: Psychology

Architect

Go, when I am dead stand where I foresaw you would on garden steps to watch the light of dawn brighten the edge of a roof whose shape dipped or lifted to the sound of inner music which grew within … Continue reading

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Warehouse Windows

Drowned world of blue memory broken warehouse windows in fragmented reflections moons sail like flickering white flags darting fish play among underwater ruins the chimneys stand guard smoking guns vandals throwing stones become doves wings mapped frozen in afterimage punctured … Continue reading

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The Rusted Millwheel

Look now how the old mill from which the town takes its noble name lies abandoned, boarded up its water wheel no longer turning stout heart and turbine of a golden age rusting hidden behind overgrown bushes the river rushing … Continue reading

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Winter Moon

Each sunset now on these clear nights bright Venus dances with the crescent moon it’s that or Mars to choose from Thanatos or Eros, love or war Venus who’s too hot to stand on and too fraught with fog to see … Continue reading

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Midwinter Vigil

I am not made of molecules skin, sinew or bone those are only clothes of words layers of abstraction rather I am made of darkness absence, silence, memory sadness, regret questions without answers How else to make myself an eye … Continue reading

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Alexander ‘Greek’ Thomson (1817-1875)

Eternally set stages awaiting the divine their modest usher seeming still alive to stand at our shoulder and whisper in our ear of light, the ancient sacrament. To him every building a church house or office becoming temples consecrated by … Continue reading

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In Baldernock Churchyard

From long autumnal walk late sunlight swells my breast hot and cold the rest at last then half and half am I both life and death dark and bright-witted poised as at the edge guarded by wise yews and boxed … Continue reading

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