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writing and writing and writing some more

spilling words

//// all over 

so many words / 

/ floors covered

sinks brimming

and socks wet

with words

and / / / and / / / 

words

and words escape deep from within (my) body

sliding and transforming

and mutating

and shape shifting  

with feeling. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I return to earth for a moment

if only like a seed

humble, small and ready to grow again

in company

with that moist soil support. 

 

I dance in solitude 

you, 

yes you

you are my dearest friend

dear words.

 

Words and more words

spilling out

and over 

all y (our) edges

like the filters from my
hand bag all over the floor

that's right, 

My handbag. 
 

Grief got me feeling all fem again.

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Some links to more formal publications of poetry / prose / academic texts and scores. More to add, they are slowly on the way. 

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