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son, are you okay? You had blood in your hair, when I met you, you had broken teeth and your skin was scorn, full of scars and small lesions...

September-gold Sometimes life feels like The tiny artful twists of a bonsai Choreographing me to the places I am meant to be With full autho...

Recipe for Confession Kneeling behind a latticed screen, Saturdays you used to confess a teenage fire beginning to flame your belly, tonguin...

After Normanville in baking January our skin sweats maraschino cherries traces of last year drip from creases of tired vocal folds a squawki...

Lincoln Laughed First Particularly memorable were his words to a young woman whose deep interest in a hospitalised soldier led her to press ...

I saw this bloke at the bus stop who  I saw this bloke at the bus stop who looked like Warren Oates. Collar-heavy shirt in powder blue, hair...

Winter Triptych I. Wind rushes the house,    growls around corners, doesn’t rest though night    has tumbled in. Lights blinking, we wait   ...

So Cliché  Our earth circled sun appeared  in the west this morning. Everything under it was old. - © Benjamin Fox 2022 Benjamin Fox is fift...

How to be funny  - for Michelle  I can't help it – I say things  that are needlessly,  thoughtlessly cruel. I'm sometimes  a snob, a...

The Propriety of Balance  I am noble bird with self-  made wings, stitched to a consciousness  I cannot describe.  Together we are  godly, g...