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Deliverance

Splinters of broken thought piercing my skin, Demons dancing in my head, calling names, Sharp-toothed parasites wearing me thin, Gashing into my flesh with stone that maims…

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B Western

Tell-tale signs, good omens once, now crumble to coincidence. The crippled old-timer, propping up the bar in Nazareth (rank sawdust, stained spittoon), leered, claimed to recognise the…

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Zacchaeus

Squeezing blood from stone was my employment, Collecting Rome’s taxes from grudging hands, Grinding men’s faces for my enjoyment, As their women cried at my demands. Things…

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Wild Geese Calling

In the rhythm of the current, cool against my feet descending into deeper pools, the calls of wild geese snatch up my attention. My vision is arrested…

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