Hanrastuff

‘I’ll show you the life of the mind!’

What booze-warm #audacity
Could dare to break
The brittle clarity of her thousand yard stare

She looked too good to be left alone for long. It was only a matter of time before the booze-warm #audacity of some mediocre lothario would rock up and break the brittle clarity of her thousand yard stare. Until then I’d watch and try to imagine what she was thinking and what had brought her here.

#Death was a constant, watchful companion out in the airless vacuum. Dylan was very much aware of that every time he set out. Everything in space seemed to want to kill you, especially the void itself, but he never backed down from it.

Taking to the black in Magpie was the true challenge.

#vss365

I see an old TV overgrown with moss and vegetation . Maybe it’s broken and reflecting blue sky, or maybe it’s showing the ghostly flicker of a space shuttle launch; either way, the last of the humans has gone and nature has reclaimed the earth.

When
I slice
The #bloodline from
A pelagic
I think
Of it
Bursting
Through the #slipstream
Of flashing prey,
A scattered
Silver
Twisting mirror.
And an apex
Of vertigo,
Of loneliness,
Gives a tremor
To my hands
As I reach for
The salt and lime.

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A #modest house. That was all he wanted. A place where he could raise bookshelves, and write. Where the garden was tangled perfection. A place that was his, and him. But he knew he would never have it. There was no hope left to be hurt by. Looking forward, all he could see was the void.
#vss365

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I was once fierce
With the kind of
Sandy wounds
You pick up in deserts
Of unwanted solitude.
But you,
With one atomic smile,
Blasted all that sore grit
Smooth,
And now I stumble
Bewildered
To be so
#Disarmed

#vss365

Gulled

I didn’t think
Hot chips
Could summon
Such a #cyclone
Of sharp beaks and wings;
White stukas
Tightly turning
In screeching
Snapping attack.

I drop the bag and flee
Shamed
To be so far
From the garden
Where once I had control

#vss365

I looked at him. What he proposed was neither thorough, nor fair, but we had no time for either.

‘Stop anyone in a small car and search for books. Anything that isn’t a bible - arrest them. We have to stop this Librarian at all costs’

#vss365 #thoroughfare

‘They are god-level brainrotted.’

As penetrating a description of our oligarch overlords as you can get. Snyder called this playbook out years ago, as did Sarah Kendzior

We’re praying for you, America, any way we can

#Oak.
This fallen King!
Centuries of oxygen,
Deep carpets of acorns,
A nursery for chattering flocks
And broad canopies
Of summer shade
For all.
All won in the teeth of
A thousand winter storms,
A gnarled fist
Until the last.
And now,
Food for the beetles.

Would we were so strong

#vss365

Alternately, just drop it in the bath

Wrap your mobile in a ziplock bag of rice and pretend you dropped it in the bath.

My father
Was my #umbrella
I never knew the rain
His lessons taught
Furled by my side
Should I need him again

#vss365

When I visited Melbourne in the 1990s you had to sort through the #rocket to find your meal.

Never understood why.

Maybe the harvest went ballistic.

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A story about when being a Good Samaritan suddenly goes horribly wrong

Prose/dialogue: “We met by chance at a music festival.” #hbp96

What light through #sonder window breaks?
It is the east, and hordes do run
Within my head, beneath the sun,
Resplendent in each petty pace.
Arise, fair sun, and mute this flood,
For I am pale,
And quake with disbelief,
That such worlds should hinge
On the twitch
Of an orange cretin

#vss365

#Sonder.
You didn’t even know
That I didn’t know
What it even was
To you

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The moment was an epiphany. I guess epiphanies are poetry manifest, and naturally take that written shape, without even trying 😊

The first time I landed in Australia, jet lagged out of my mind, there was a small, lime-green praying mantis sitting on the bonnet of the car when we reached our destination. I felt it was a herald of a new world. I was transported.

Elizabethan thugs duel on a beach

Elizabethan gentlemen
Weren’t.
Down at The Globe
Armed to the teeth
In puffball skirts and tights
Hogging the limelight
To lob lewd epithets at the players.
They were
Just thugs
In the ruff

#collar #vss365

The way you left
I need
One of those
Plastic
Satellite dish
Collars
That dogs wear
To stop themselves
Licking their wounds.

Ruff.

#collar #vss365

Tiger Tiger
Burning bright
Your teeth and claws
Are sharp tonight
I turn to meet your eyes, and we
Both know your meal tonight is me

Tiger Tiger
Burning bright
Your teeth and claws
Are sharp tonight
What poor mortal hand or eye
Will turn to meet your gaze, and die?

Just whose arms, and just whose legs
Will be your feast once they are dead
Did you lick your fur to clean the stains?
Did you crack the skull to eat the brains?

Failed parachute
Conjured dead
In the field

#vss365 #conjure

In South London, ‘taking the piss’ is all about checking out whether someone has a sense of humour, while ‘giving it some #needle’ is about using calculated insults to test how far someone could be pushed. Both experiences can seem similar but you’d be wise to know the difference

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You made me google ‘voucher canoe’ ! 😂🤣😂