I was so deep in sleep
I barely remembered you leaving,
felt your heavy coat brushpast
my fingertips,
the soft creases of your hand,
something whispered
and the touch of your lips.

Then
waking,
I breathed in the silence
of an absent breath
as stillwarm I sink back
into pale light
and swirling lint.

Cold-start morning in yellowleaf drowned
cycle through puddles crunched yellow and brown
ice-paled greengrass
sky breathing clouds
on hardblack road the wheels turn round

red-sprawled warning for ivyclimed walls
path-tree colonnades, waiting tall,
leaf broken sunlight
strikeout bark
stealaway sleeptight and dozebutton calls

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Does the Distance draw us closer?

Now I watch your thoughts

flick light across the screen and

stretch my sleep

where once you lay beside me

for three hot nights.

Then summer and your flight

leaving; bareblank Departures

and I lost you in the crowd.

You were so Real

walking the Great Wall

all lean chest and private eyes.

Beihai Park and stone steps,

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heatdrunk cicadas and thunder

we left the damp window wide to

suck sleep and mosquitoes into the night

and blow in storm soaked air

You are barely awake

Warm breath through eyelashtips and morning bristle

Forgotten sheets at our feet

Sonya Hallett

September 2007

A box with a hat on top.
My interlocutor is unresponsive to caffeine and
Doesn’t begrudge me my shot.
A table along she is wiping the crumbs from her magazine,
Cleans prim figures with prim fingers,
Spectacles aloof and tea (earl grey, milk,
One sweetener as a treat)
Sipped.
Next: he is grizzled in soft cycle jacket,
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Inspired by 'Calls from the Walls', a painting (right) by Aimee Lockwood.

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It was so much easier
To write about lollipop sunsets.
You remember that time?  I was there -
Front row, far left-hand corner,
I smudged those first few lines.
It didn’t matter then who was ‘god’-
Only how to dot the ‘i’s and curve the ‘c’s;
Words to exchange for smilies and smarties
(always smarties…);
Meanings…
Dictionaries and spelling lists.

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It’s back.
Tearing at the outside of my window.
I am almost afraid to peel away the curtain,
Expecting a black sky vandalised in red
And orange leaves.
On my way home I felt it,
First gentle, pushing,
Suddenly dangerous it tried to pull me off the kerb,
Bike wheels reeling hair flapping across face
Laces trapped in spokes-
But I made it home,
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To repeat...
We are...
Toll in the oilslick nighttime chime;
The Northwind twists a Bachic fugue,
I knew it once, I knew.
We are... to repeat...

Sleek or slickslack,
Racked to the backteeth be
Neath, behind, be-past.
I remember yesterday-
The greycold mirror tapped when I turned,
Frosted the glass with its thoughts
And yet, I yearned.
... that in ourselves...

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