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Boy From Brazil

Posted on 22/10/2012 by skylarkingzooby

 Recently I have been working telling passing strangers stories from my life as part of a larger piece of art in London. Sometimes these stories spark conversations with these strangers. This is one such conversation. There are many like it. … Continue reading →

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#poem: Cucumbered

Posted on 03/10/2012 by skylarkingzooby

I wish I could live without the burden of my fears. To talk unencumbered by facts that scare Just truths. To paint the story, To trust the course of colour As it journeys to its ending. This is a poem … Continue reading →

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[poem] They Came On Bicycles

Posted on 21/04/2012 by skylarkingzooby

I thought I would start recording my poems in order that I would get better at reading them and delivering them. I must have written this about 2 years ago now, coming up to 3 years ago, about something my … Continue reading →

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[poem] Refraction (After Tracey Rowledge’s “Surface”

Posted on 28/01/2012 by skylarkingzooby

Refraction (thank you Tracey Rowledge and Jerwood Space) Staring at the refraction of myself Deciphering its message, All the shimmering blackness Shines! Headfirst into its Murk, tumbling in space, Floating tarpits Surround. I search For clarity. I am Drowning in … Continue reading →

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[poem] Mixed Media On Paper

Posted on 06/01/2012 by skylarkingzooby

A slow wash. Controlled, taking its time like a tide. Almost unseen but not unnoticed. The burgundy cloud creeps down the paper silently until dry ridges gather pools Swirling in witch’s brews. What spell cast made this painting? What line, … Continue reading →

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[poem] My Body: A Celebration (for ZK-G-K

Posted on 03/06/2011 by skylarkingzooby

This is my body, this is it here, Every sag, every wrinkle Every unbordered pile of fur, Belly, sitting comfortably on my lap, A chin that rests on my neck, Hairs that sprout from places which should be untrammeled: This … Continue reading →

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[poem] If, For A Flash, I Felt Bidden

Posted on 13/03/2010 by skylarkingzooby

I want to remain an imprint on the night… Continue reading →

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