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Summer Strings
Colours curl and ribbons writhe Their spirals close then open. Maypole strings bend and breathe Tendons tense and stiffen.
May 4
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Graeme McAllister
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April 2026
Saturn Cycles
Saturn’s cycle reaches its peak Stirs complacency, shakes inertia Machines throw thoughts across the sea Cortisol codes ride binary blinks.
Apr 28
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Graeme McAllister
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McAllister's Mates Thirty Four
This week I return to my first love poetry with two finely detailed and beguiling poems from Misty Violet and Luciana Moroianu.
Apr 26
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Graeme McAllister
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Chantry Circuitry Part 20 - Call to The Path
I call to you, O Winding Path, Past the slow horizon. Feet floating south then north Wrapped within your ribbon.
Apr 21
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Graeme McAllister
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McAllister's Mates Thirty Three
Two wonderful pieces celebrating (though in very different ways) the beauty of self-expression and the importance of forging deep bonds with each other…
Apr 19
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Graeme McAllister
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Chantry Circuitry Part 19 - Call to Gnosis
I call to you, O Gnosis Understanding all I’ve seen. Frustrated throws forever miss Wholeness we’ve always been.
Apr 16
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Graeme McAllister
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Your Heartbeat is the Algorithm
Finding your artistic vision and keeping it in the drama of transitory likes, comments, view counts, and posting algorithms.
Apr 11
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Graeme McAllister
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Chantry Circuitry Part 18 - Call to Desire
I call you, O Rising Desire To shake the bolted room. Wind and tinder awaiting fire. The opening scarlet bloom.
Apr 9
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Graeme McAllister
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East Star
Setting moon dragged to the horizon. Time and gravity cling, rusted mildew Dragging purest light west and down. Oh guiding light, comfort pulled below.
Apr 5
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Graeme McAllister
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McAllister's Mates Thirty Two
A wonderful essay - and a path to a contemplative practice by Jaime Hoerricks, PhD and a collaborative fantastical lyrical ballad between The Black…
Apr 4
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Graeme McAllister
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Avril Idiots
The grey, the gold, plot, observe. But fools come garbed in yellow, Naïve, brave, step and swerve Cliff edges, gaping hollows.
Apr 1
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Graeme McAllister
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March 2026
McAllister's Mates Thirty One
Two beautiful poems this month - one based on a philosophy of isolation and traditional spiritual practice, another embraces more passionate and…
Mar 28
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Graeme McAllister
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