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Jon Collins

Detachment

1 min read Poetry
Detachment There's something to be said About burying your head Playing on while Rome burns Blinking at catastrophe Weaving Armageddon Into life's more superficial twists and turns And so,

Two Spheres

1 min read Poetry
Two Spheres It ends, as it began A final, crisp, cut-glass coat On grass and branch and leaf Cold sky and burning sun conspire A frosted fire, and beneath, the ground Once ice-hardened,

What you know

1 min read Whimsy
Write about what you know, they said. What, I thought- my childhood? That continuum of non- descript non-events that somehow went to define me? Of solitary walks to school, collecting Smurf stickers from

Solitude

1 min read Poetry
Solitude Solitude, rushing in like the sea, pushing into every space, overwhelming, changing the level of place between what can be breathed and what now lies, submerged, beneath the wave-licked ebb and flow,