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path of life
by Fiona Lokot
the solitude of mystic wanderings
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prove me wrong
by Fiona Lokot
something is terribly wrong within me, with me
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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 …
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what I saw when I saw myself just standing there
by Fiona Lokot
(a response to a photograph) / The old battle resurfaced, the familiar surge of hatred. Self-directed contempt, that burning vitriol, that tidal wade of vicious epithets. Somewhere along the line I b…
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untitled (lifted from my journal)
by Fiona Lokot
Be merciful, I beg you / You know that I am dust / and broken soul fragments / bound together by a fragile spirit / floundering my way through a finite world / scarred and damaged beyond reason / And…
220 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…
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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 …
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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…
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Two young magpies on my front lawn
by Fiona Lokot
5-03-2010 / Two young magpies watched me step out of the car. One of them was busy pecking at something in the grass. The other eyed me and let out a nervous squawk. Their feathers were slightly ting…
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Something about peering into a person's soul
by Fiona Lokot
2010-01-02 / Lover and monster. / My desire to read the soul. / What words exist within the frame I see before me? / I would rip you open if I could. / Monstrous longing to know, truly know, who res…
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Easter Story
by Fiona Lokot
1 May 2009 / Easter Story / A great cross stands tall upon a dark mountaintop. As the sun begins to rise the sky turns red and black clouds begin to swirl. Heavy fog lifts and the green grass is reve…
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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.
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