Tag Archives: Georgie Lorimer

Book III – The Artist’s Kintsukuroi – 2:10

You feathered wings like he deflowered love: Dispassionate, cold, ugly as beauty, Beautiful as the burgeoning pustules Of salt-scented, red sea anemones Blossoming from an outcrop of rock. At night, walking back to the flat above Your studio, it was … Continue reading

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Book III – The Artist’s Kintsukuroi – 2:8

it was autumn when we kissed that first time____after one last summer storm on the beach hair plastered against your face and__disfigured with sand__we were hideous as tempests battering into the cave maybe if we’d stayed for more than that … Continue reading

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Book III – The Artist’s Kintsukuroi – 2:2

like that’s totes grote guy some oily scrote poking through the bins will pinch that piccy pin it to his wall to fawn on__bender like you’re his bird or somet til your face blanks out from all the kisses voodoo … Continue reading

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Book II – Copper and Salt – 1:16

Helen__you curvaceous babe you premediaeval prima-donna you temptress with your sultry smile still attempting to beguile me like a city’s born menorah burning in our temples__Helen Helen__oh i know your faces your semi-royal airy grace your practised persiflage well-versed sickly … Continue reading

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Book II – Copper and Salt – 1:15

one day a pigeon crashed blindly through the broken glass into our unchanged atrium a grey confetti bluster bundling into jaggers of high pitched crinkled glisters i watched it from the corner of an eye crooo its ragamuffin ruff of … Continue reading

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Book II – Copper and Salt – 1:13

hot with silk we stripped bare clambered naked down the cliff-face to settle into refreshing swells of sea clean sweet scented with the ooze of newly crushed bladder-wrack pustules clamouring to the skin when the sun fell i rubbed ointment … Continue reading

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Book II – Copper and Salt – 1:11

Vivienne Westwood sits on my tea-cupped desktop, reams of ivory fabric pouring round her feet like lashings of double cream marooning fudge cake, a lake of white to offset these frail lilacs vased in thin glass flutes on the windowsill. … Continue reading

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