postcards from stoke newington
poet’s road. found by accident on the way to somewhere else.
haiku(ish) fun
he’s won all the
cherry-blossom laughter falling
my real name is leoniewise
yesterday my name was plague of the bewildered poet
today my name is cherry-blossom laughter
buttered side down
everything is going to be alright. unknown
(if you know who the photographer is, please tell me so i can
speak the truth
speak the truth. unknown.
(if you know who the photographer is, please tell me so i can credit them)
suddenly
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i am the wind screaming across the canterbury plains
i am the untranslatable language of dolphins
i am undiscovered life-forms
thankful
it is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy, it is disposition alone. seven years would be insufficient
love after love
venus (after surgery). banksy installation at the bristol museum 2009
so, anyone who reads this blog (or any of the
objects of desire
the glittering object of desire is often seen as the answer to all present difficulties. the natural thought is that;
full
i am back in a place where my heart is full and my head is empty…
…because i don’t
live our own lives
…it sets one to dream to think about being called out to greater things…
…but at the end of it