Author: Justin
All That Has Loved You
Count then your blessings, hold in mind
All that has loved you or been kind…
Gather the bits of road that were
Not gravel to the traveller
But eternal lanes of joy
On which no man who walks can die.
– From Patrick Kavanagh, Prelude
I Do Not Know
I do not know which of us has written this page.
– Jorge Luis Borges
The First Lie
I’m the little toy you’ll shatter,
the garden with miraculous
hiding places. You dart in and out
just to be half-found.
I’m the wind that sings in Braille,
your own shadow getting longer,
the beautiful holes that whimper
in your brain.
– Jo Shapcott
Buried
Never
We’re Open
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