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ramblings on a sunny spring day by Fiona Lokot

maybe I will let the words fall out a torrent of pent-up thoughts caught for so long in my heart with nowhere else to go already treading dangerously close to the precipice overlooking the secrets tr… 75 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

Love: I was not made for this by Fiona Lokot

In the harsh light of day, as the sun chases away the outlandish fictions of my heart / (those cruel tormentors that whisper hopeful lies) / I return to the clarity of reason. / Those long nights los… 182 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

Stand Off? A lament on distance and separation by Fiona Lokot

Two figures standing face to face but separate. / A drift of dandelion seeds stirring in the space between us. / The light here is pale green diffused by a thick canopy of summer leaves. / Where to g… 115 words

The Destruction of the Swamp by Fiona Lokot

I grieved when the swamp trees were cut down. The trees razed to make way for cattle. In the marshy soil where nothing grew but snakes and thin straggly trees that turned red in autumn. Walking acros… 173 words

Musings: I feel like there's a point to my life by Fiona Lokot

Monday 4 October 2010 / The heady pursuit of something new: it drains and weakens me. I become ineffectual and tired / and more alive than ever before. / When was the last time that the weight of the… 153 words

Late On A Rainy Friday Night by Fiona Lokot

15 May 2009 11:11 PM / I’m sure it’d be easier to write if circumstances were nicer. If the sounds coming in my window were merely the rain, wind and rustling of trees. Instead, these are drowned out… 273 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

bats by Fiona Lokot

The bats were noisy last night, / Screeching and fighting in the big tree, / Heavily winging across the full moon. / It seemed too cliched to be true, / but there they were in my backyard. / [14-10-2… 37 words

pondering by Fiona Lokot

if every choice i make today / is shaping who i am, / i wonder what i will become / many years from now? 21 words