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miracles by Fiona Lokot

my countless reasons for my unworthiness listed in cold ink and sharp clarity 148 words

path of life by Fiona Lokot

the solitude of mystic wanderings 68 words

sunrise over swamps by Fiona Lokot

Winter sunrise. / Cold and dark. / The swirl of deep blue storm clouds rushing across the horizon, framed by bare-branched trees. / It is cold here, southern and wild, in this city positioned on the … 170 words

further lamentations and frustrations: ode to anonymous by Fiona Lokot

I died a thousands deaths because of him. / Though he slay me, it was never really his fault – / the way he invaded my dreams / so that the pain was no longer confined to waking hours / but no… 174 words

Monster by Fiona Lokot

the blood running down my hands and arms reminds me / that I am only one choice away from becoming a monster 21 words

dying on the inside losing hope by Fiona Lokot

Hasty decisions led to a lifetime’s bondage. / I collapse in the gravity of long-past choices / And see a grey future before me. / All the voices, the obligations / Tell me to do what’s … 161 words

III. He Said I Could Never Be Happy In This Place - ... by Fiona Lokot

We sat by the silver stream, watching the clouds drift across the caerulean expanse of a kind sky. It was quiet, more peaceful here. / He lay down on the ground and motioned for me to do the same. Ly… 287 words

II. He Let Me Hold His Hand - 2 of 3 by Fiona Lokot

It was hard travelling with him. He moved so quickly and easily in the soft, shifting sands and over rough, sharp grass and rocks. Sometimes he looked back and caught my eye. Something in his glance … 343 words

I. He Left Me To Die Here - 1 of 3 by Fiona Lokot

When I finally opened my eyes, it was into the searing white heat of a desert landscape. Sun-bleached stones and striated mesas came into focus. My limbs ached and the thirst was unbearable. Spiky tu… 564 words

Convincing Myself: I Can Wait by Fiona Lokot

In the long lonely months of solitude / In the broken scattered sunlight breaking through the tangled dead canopy / Watching the years fade into dim memory with no shift in the routine / I must wait.… 175 words

My Swamp; Or, a moment of paranoia by Fiona Lokot

It’s lonely here in the swamp. / Only frogs and waterbirds for company / and it’s not like they can talk with me. / What does a duck think about, anyway? / I could stand in the murky dept… 148 words

Poetic Musings: An Ode To Tofu by Fiona Lokot

Oh, thy spongy textures and lattic’d innards, / coated in rich black bean sauce. / You satisfy my inmost parts with your high protein content. / You have been hygienically manufactured by machi… 76 words

morality by Fiona Lokot

What use is outward good behaviour if the mind is darkened by hatred? Change the inside first, and the outside is bound to follow. 24 words