The abandoned library

That’s how it was, a few trees scattered carelessly but standing proud as if to say this was not our idea, this waste of space this temporary place: the abandoned building, the uneven paths, the leap in the dark, sparks…

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Wells in autumn

A path raised like a wedge above high tide shoots straight as an earthy arrow outwards: in the evening sun you look back at the town, the remains of the day: the silent train, diners on the deck, cars dragging…

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Proof of heaven

As in a soup, spoon-hot, I float with noodles – the yellow tubes hold me up and I defy gravity, my organs mystified at the lack of pressure from above or below All is calm: I drift, waiting for God…

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