WRITING
Essays, prayers, poems, journals, reviews and reports from across the Rock Dove archive
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My Abacus’ Hands bound.
In prison,We wrote bright light letters of freedom. After hospital,A spoiled ending,A brutal March spoiled start.You went for my weak-spot,In my unhealed heart. You seared my skin with emotion,You burnt my soul with devotion to a lie.When I see us represented,As united by the sky,I see the nature of all things alive. I see the…
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Your Parting Gift, My Revelation.
You needed to,At least think,“Let me do it”And bleed (burn) it out. And this is a devotion to a comfort around me,So terrifyingly lovely,Let this whisper shout,Resiliently. My virtues and strangeness I held onto, As did you the world.I hated the world, vacant of relatable,Puzzling, complex parables. And in time, the word,Vacuous and hostile to…
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Genesis 3
And Adam called his wife’s name Eve, because she was the mother of all living. Also for Adam and his wife the Lord God made tunics of skin, and clothed them. Then the Lord God said, “Behold, the man has become like one of Us, to know good and evil. And now, lest he put…
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Thank God
Dear God in heaven: thank you for every good thing. Thank you especially for the recent gifts I have experienced and lived through. No matter where. In my flat, heart, mind, body and soul. In particular, on 27/01, 7/02, and 14/02 of this year. My gratitude is as extreme as any other rage or any…
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To The Most Remarkable Country of Japan.
This version of Eternal Return is simultaneously the most “free” (from responsibility and labour), and yet misunderstood and ostracised. I also have good reason to believe none of “us”, within me, have experienced this depth of heartbreak within. All my life has been made of unfurling patterns. Trust me, please, when i say that, as…
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Happiness, Health
The love for what we’re sharing now, Exists 3 ways: for You, Me, and the visitor porch. As you embraced me again, So too, shall I you, Unaccepting of an urge to apologise. We feel, sometimes, that’s, More chaotic than little lies. Xx
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Residual Enemies
We made it through the clearing, With our feelings intact, We made it through by moonlight, That’s a fact. Now is it sheer luck, fact, Or a matter of chance, That we only ever spin around, When we mean to dance? We contacted, kissed and touched, On the bones of each hand, You hide your…
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Hey Richard!
…that’s really cute!” unmistakable [redacted] squeak!You know the last time i heard that squeak? It was in reply to the disrespectful asian accent one on necromantic. “ha so mama do na worry wen u cana see da babaii etc” since these are personal notes 🙂 ill tell you what the russian voice said:“WELL RIICHARD! DON’T…
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Letter to Santa
My best memory’s of Evelyn in the old flat were when she finally left the sink after 3 days after what I did to Bunny. She sat on my beanbag in front of the picture in front of me and Michael, telling all the children that were there about the tree of life, while I…
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I hate the term “sparks”
It’s very, very clearly a winding and intertwining and blossoming of interdimensional strands. Only a select few who’ve seen the phenomena will understand this, and they’ll never see it as clearly as me. I clearly, clearly need that certain person for any of this to happen. For any of this. For any of my life…
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Dear Father Okami
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Step Three: The only girl that ever meant more to me than i can ever describe
When I was 18, my insidious, strange, and highly intense lonliness and abnormal cruelties against me, actually lifted, for a few months. I met a girl, who was older and wiser thn me except in body and stature. The first thing she said to me was “LoL, if you hold your hands up to your…
