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Mark, his name was.
It was Mark.
The word is hard to get out,
Echoing, as it does, from
Caverns of forbidden memory.
That sin..
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There is a particularly
fraught emotion
that I feel
at times:
anticipating a sword stroke
that does not come.
Instead,
I hol..
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In the distant,
time-misted past,
Promethean punishments
were the norm.
It is important now
to recognise the delineation
betw..
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First steps
are tentative,
and the little one
falls often.
But
nascent grit
is not to be
underestimated.
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Xenia (Greek: ξενία, xenía, trans. "guest-friendship") is the ancient Greek concept of hospitality, the generosity and..
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How sad
That I have seen
The seeds of you,
Sowed in me long ago,
By your rough and violent hands
Bear bitter fruit,
Despoiling..
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Sartre, in penning the famous expression
‘Hell is other people’
Was wrong.
It most assuredly
Resides within us.
..
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I had a dream
Where everybody had square eyes.
It doesn’t sound like much,
But it was subtly,
And indescribably,
Horrific...
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Tired of
The endless grind
Of too fast spinning wheels
On unforgiving iron.
Showers of incandescent sparks,
By the time they h..
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Based on a dream
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