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path of life by Fiona Lokot

the solitude of mystic wanderings 68 words

prove me wrong by Fiona Lokot

something is terribly wrong within me, with me 261 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

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… 390 words

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… 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

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… 174 words

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… 151 words

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… 606 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