December 10, 2017

Moon Faces | #CapturedInWords


(Carrying on from Milk Moon)

There were a dozen moons that night. She counted them from the wheelbarrow as George raced them around the perimeter of the barley fields, a stray blade tucked between his teeth in concentration, his hands clutching both handles. Laughing in delight, counting one, two, three, four, each moon greeted her with a different expression: the peekaboo moon slotted between the trees; the heavy gawping orb weighted on the horizon; the undulating glimmer; the milk moon face of May.

A siren sounded, catching in the faltering turn of the wheels as George came to a momentary halt, howling as if it were drawn from the mouth of the moon and only rising in insistence as the wheels turned once more in the direction of safety. Again they raced, only this time with an urgency that frightened Celia deeply, feeling the sharp jolts from the earth that ran with them, jarring her vision. Caught in momentum, the only constant in sight was the horizon, now divided between a menacing umbra and quaking light. The moon arrested her in different expressions: bleeding in dissolution; screaming in its constant, fractured light; gathering form again in permanence; bearing its eternal witness.

I have a terrible habit of never finishing what I set out to write and you know what? That’s fine. For me, writing is a progressive, evolutionary act and so I try to publish in short, first drafts to give myself less of a hard time and the freedom to capture whatever I feel at a given time. 


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August 28, 2017

A Penetrable Whole | #CapturedInWords

A Penetrable Whole | #CapturedInWords
You once said  That man would fuck sand If he could As if to abandon responsibility On behalf of mankind  Or illuminate a sic...
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August 09, 2017

A Note on Photography | Workshops with Carole Poirot

A Note on Photography | Workshops with Carole Poirot
(The Space at Clapham Studios, Lavender Hill) I recently had the pleasure of attending a photography workshop run by my brilliant frien...
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July 16, 2017

The Gardener's Rose | #CapturedInWords

The Gardener's Rose | #CapturedInWords
The gardener pruning for the prize he was told to want, doesn't see the whole garden, but his rose he feeds by day and by night, wi...
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June 29, 2017

The Jester | #CapturedInWords

The Jester | #CapturedInWords
The gardener, the sailor, the fiddler  Flash the jester None the truthful man  Yet or ever  Just refraction Illuminating my r...
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June 25, 2017

Milk Moon | #CapturedInWords

Milk Moon | #CapturedInWords
Photo by  Noah Silliman  on  Unsplash   I used to write a lot about my grandmother but in recent years I've done so less and le...
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June 24, 2017

The Summer Dawn | #CapturedInWords

The Summer Dawn | #CapturedInWords
A season in time These moments of mine Just me At the waking hour
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April 16, 2017

Of Understanding Men | #CapturedInWords

Of Understanding Men | #CapturedInWords
'You do not understand men.'  You scolded me A final statement  A parting blow  'You do not understand men.' ...
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April 13, 2017

Without Instructions | #CapturedInWords

Without Instructions | #CapturedInWords
I had a dream about you last night In the Carlisle general store Massachusetts  You were the candy bar The cereal Even the to...
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April 12, 2017

Blankets of Gold | #CapturedInWords

Blankets of Gold | #CapturedInWords
(The rapeseed fields, Bilting, Kent)  The light came so quickly after the darkness As if it had never been dark at all Soarin...
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April 11, 2017

There's a Body in the River | #CapturedInWords

There's a Body in the River | #CapturedInWords
Captured by a girl By a woman By a ghost Frame-locked and fixed  To the past And the present  The make believe  And the r...
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April 03, 2017

Observations from China #6 | #CapturedInWords

Observations from China #6 | #CapturedInWords
' Willow branches graze the grass, As I sit in the shade drinking tea. A note from a flute blows clearly, Mingling with the...
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March 18, 2017

London Pigeon | #CapturedInWords

London Pigeon | #CapturedInWords
London pigeons are a conversation starter  But this one is silent  Except for the sound of rice hitting stone  The fizzy twist of a...
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March 04, 2017

My Black Cat | #CapturedInWords

My Black Cat | #CapturedInWords
Black cats can be any shape, size, or condition But mine's like a panther Sleek, slender, smooth His hind strong like a...
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February 19, 2017

The Verb To Be | #CapturedInWords

The Verb To Be | #CapturedInWords
This is an apple.  Can we (or should we) ever say that 'something is ', if it is not a permanent state of being? In Span...
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February 11, 2017

The House by the Sea | #CapturedInWords

The House by the Sea | #CapturedInWords
I woke from a dream of an old life where I slept in the attic room of a tall, dishevelled town house by the sea. The tired timber fra...
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February 08, 2017

Observations from China #5 | #CapturedInWords

Observations from China #5 | #CapturedInWords
I can see it, I saw it, I still see it now.  I can't go there, I couldn't, I never will.  I will remember it, though.  ...
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February 05, 2017

To Be A Fig | #CapturedInWords

To Be A Fig | #CapturedInWords
Dear Mr Lawrence*, None a living thing is forever Better a bursten fig I'd be And be beheld In truthful majesty Than not ...
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January 29, 2017

No Blue In Your Eyes | #CapturedInWords

No Blue In Your Eyes | #CapturedInWords
There is no blue in your eyes, really Just the scattering of light Of conversations started And left, unfinished Blue, be...
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January 28, 2017

Observations from China #4 | #CapturedInWords

Observations from China #4 | #CapturedInWords
Rummaging through the attic of an old tea office in the mountains, the children followed me around calling out in the local dialect. I ...
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