two hundred and fifty degrees: ‘the birds of leaving…’
Severance ~ Dead Can Dance Frigid morning, mist. Swallows, the vista. Cats, boxed. Car, packed. I bid, this oak. Fare well. Such is, the nature. Of change. – “ People … Continue reading
two hundred and forty nine degrees: ‘wondering where you go…’
The Not Knowing ~ Tindersticks autumn mountains snow capped white streaked blue everything feels ( faraway ) – half packed in flux and echoing ( emptiness ) – I struggle … Continue reading
two hundred and forty eight degrees: ‘despite the years…’
Ghosts ~ Fanfarlo for every broken heart, a blessing and each bruise, a benediction – I learnt a little ( s o m e t h i n g ) … Continue reading
two hundred and forty seven degrees: ‘leaves, wind and rain…’
Lions and Dragons ~ Zach Williams ice iris skye blooms in frozen rain – how is it you’re still ( here? ) – the ravages of time should, by now, … Continue reading
two hundred and forty six degrees: ‘do me some damage…’
Catacombs ~ Fionn Regan another migraine sears syncopated synapse chemistry short circuits blinding, intense – p a i n ! – pours like battery acid burning pink flesh passageways aquaplane … Continue reading
two hundred and forty five degrees: ‘a highway of diamonds…’
A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall ~ Eddie Brickell and New Bohemians Squalls slam, splitting. Skies, as lightning. Quickens. Cloud made, of fire. And booming, thunder. Sometimes, change. Rides in, on … Continue reading
two hundred and forty four degrees: ‘when winter comes…’
Ice Age ~ Pete Yorn the weakest component undermines the inherent integrity of its entire system – even the vast power of the sun is rendered useless by a battery … Continue reading
two hundred and forty three degrees: ‘start to see…’
Blue Mind ~ Alexi Murdoch clouds clear to wisp like thoughts meditation dissolves rainbow rays kaleidoscope light pierce the veil of limitation – step from the treadmill conformity’s wheel stand … Continue reading
two hundred and forty two degrees: ‘I hear a lot of stories…’
A Good Heart ~ Feargal Sharkey ever since I was ( very ) young I felt something within me calling you – blooddrums beat through the burning Symposium of separation … Continue reading
two hundred and forty one degrees: ‘I see…’
In Your Eyes ~ Peter Gabriel Grand cathedral, windows. Stained glass, living. Iris, of the soul. Years back, I sent. A postcard. To the future, me: – “ Keep believing … Continue reading
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