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i smell the hot shadows they linger like sticky sweet liquid and sunshine dark musky pieces that come alive to be collected in a perfect picture eaten later washing me with river fire perfume melting and spawning whispering on knifes edge weaving sharply softly through my senses figures who live in me who stretch and twine

Sweet Me

    Finding the sweet me is a forever journey a soul trip to inner space amongst the mist worlds that exist ed before I could think When my heart was  jupiter and you my mother my father my feathered gods that swung me left and right up up missing the fan blades instilling a

My Heart Pocket

I must say thank you  to the wonderful Jennifer Bullis for her inspiring tribute, created in response to a series of art work I did in which I posed the question ‘What Would Fall Out If The Heart Were A Pocket and We Were Each Turned Upside Down?’ Please pop over at her blog Poetry at the