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fine art projects with painting, etching and stained glass, sales and commissions, studio updates via '8 minute poems' blog


stagger
crick jointed, not knowing the name of the station or how many more corners call
freyapayne5
15 hours ago1 min read
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soft space
sighing out, stroke the soft space where dreaming gathers and disperses
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2 days ago1 min read
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the architecture of trenches
why do you sharpen your teeth hungry heart? starving for things in others hands. those others tread the same trench each facing off into...
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3 days ago1 min read
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acclimatise
breathe without burning this flag of yourself, revving out of a ghost town, don't pick no fight here.
freyapayne5
3 days ago1 min read
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this is an axe head
this is an axe head and i watch the hands of a craftsman, something precious to be taken in the moment as is. Pause to appraise, and the...
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5 days ago1 min read
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desiccation
in a country of lochs a month since a puddle, a global scourge of dry words in mouths lost to the kissing of children
freyapayne5
6 days ago1 min read
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crude fill
the lumpy texture of regret, as if we could go back and make good! our disregard in the moment is legend
freyapayne5
7 days ago1 min read
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sticky
sorrow is the stickiest wrapping, the water of life has left and the residue clings even when you try to lift your finger from the...
freyapayne5
May 131 min read
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it might not have been
it might not have been the day you did walk into, feel all days present in parallel under the mist
freyapayne5
May 121 min read
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navel
a navel twists vertigo, a two way door, senses gripping the edge of one place, slipping into the unknown of another.
freyapayne5
May 111 min read
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waking with the world
awakening, the birdsong carrying the steep law, in tow a morning with a heart richer than even that lover folded awkwardly in the young...
freyapayne5
May 101 min read
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still at the front line
the trenches remain through living rooms and yards and living is lost, gutted by algorithms of defence
freyapayne5
May 91 min read
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hole
worn thin, abrasion carrying off the skin others read for your worth, and through the hole the hungry weeds come up for air.
freyapayne5
May 81 min read
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not cherry
interruption is as much part of the process as flow, run aground, stillborn, not cherry, the cross thread of expectation
freyapayne5
May 71 min read
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greening
the thrust of green, swathes burgeoning, swallowing: the monopoly tips dis-ease, displacement of other worlds
freyapayne5
May 61 min read
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the groove of your outer orbit
stretching out your hand sweeping a circuit of possibility running a furrow like a wolf in an enclosure
freyapayne5
May 51 min read
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beetle
a twist of fiction and beetle was beetle in Dahls peach with grasshopper rolling me from the hill to the shore
freyapayne5
May 41 min read
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pending
life is a cycle of retention and release. We finger an internal docket that tasks the clean
freyapayne5
May 31 min read
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satellite
looking up, without adjusting the aperture attention jars from the micro to the macro, a rupture that floods in loneliness. attachment...
freyapayne5
May 21 min read
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may
i still taste in may the log-jammed adrenal fever of exams, and the chestnut froth of city parks
freyapayne5
May 11 min read
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