MUD AT THE WALL
thrown by Mary Featherstone
FRACTURE
Noise vandalises quiet Fragments of colour Dislocate and splinter In the heavy air Voices compete For a thin thread Of attention
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RECONSTRUCTION
Wounds healed over Stitches dissolved New skin shines pearl-like In the morning sun Stretches to touch The wholeness Of things placed Just where they should be
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PENTECOST DREAM
Fine rain From way beyond Our consciousness Falls undefiled Transparent pure Devoid of acid Human waste
Keep reading‘If you throw enough mud at the wall, some of it will stick’
An expression dating back to the age of wattle and daub constructions. Some of our creative efforts may be a little flaky but if we put it all out there something might connect.
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