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MUD AT THE WALL

thrown by Mary Featherstone

LIFE CHOICES

Life Made a home In a handful of dust Set in resistant ground Would the dry land Withhold consent A host rejecting This foreign body?

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NAME

Your name weighs heavy on the tongue, some days It has been taken hostage by a foreign power And rendered unpronounceable Light years away from those simple lines Traced in Aramaic on red sand That say, without pretension, ‘I am here’

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‘If you throw enough mud at the wall, some of it will stick’


An expression dating back to the age of wattle and daub constructions. Some of our creative efforts may be a little flaky but if we put it all out there something might connect.

Text and visual content is my own unless specified.
Too much respect for artists to claim that title, just enjoying myself.
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