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4 into 14 does go you know
It’s almost the end of April and I have been looking backwards while planning for the next chapter in my descent into Parkinsons. Does that sound depressing? Actually, it’s all quite liberating. My contemporaries are wrestling with work dilemmas and aged parental health problems while I am trying to decide what kind of artwork I…
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Nocturne
I stay up late at night: I somehow need to feel the dark. To have a space to bubble into, Rise and grow and stretch myself. But I am also lonely. Late at night is a solo shift. I should be being social, chatty. But I shrink away from that. A conundrum lies before me,…
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Oh what tangled webs we weave…
A vacuum is filled when new air rushes in The old air pumped out under pressure. Light is snuffed out as it fights for a breath Until oxygen finds a new fissure. So where is my air? What replaces the old – The old me The one who flew high? A new gas diffuses, Drifts…
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Brownian motion
Brownian motion or pedesis (from Greek: πήδησις /pɛɖeːsɪs/ “leaping”) is the random motion of particles suspended in a fluid (a liquid or a gas) resulting from their collision with the quick atoms or molecules in the gas or liquid. The term “Brownian motion” can also refer to the mathematical model used to describe such random…
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Give way
When you give way do you give up? Is this journey always to be pitched At an angle so steep That my blood hammers hard And I drop and I swoop Ever down There are lights on the way Chinks of bright Glowing white But they fade as you try to hold on They are…