Josiah Anderson

This is where I post things I create.

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When the tide rises

When the tide rises, the fish swim in pools built by a child's hand,

a changing landscape of rocks and sand, prime real estate of man made things, softened by the sea

The sea bringing its own presents to the shore.

For six hours, fish explore this changing land

Or water, reclaiming some things, discovering others.

A new frontier emerges when the tide rises,

And when it falls, new hands work

To create new discoveries

to plant new mysteries

And to discover what the sea has left in return.

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Nesting

The rattle of pipes in a house on a new street Remind me of sirens.

I guess we're near a main road, things happen. Cages were less scary in London The warning signs felt like brushstrokes. A city with bigger things to worry about. I ran on empty, and took what I could carry Or buried it, lived in a city for a year

and came back scared of towns.

There's no underground &

I still feel like I’m travelling by shotgun barrel.

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Brown paper and sharp scissors. We would push it out like a mud carpet or a rolling pin; a great factory production; learn the simple mathematics of folding paper,  Not quite origami; the trick is time.

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Interview

I am scrubbed clean, hoping to present a blank slate ready for scores

An ocean to cross, a man come back to england from

America

Or just awake after a long sleep.

Today. And then today. Each hour a triumph against the clock. I will be ready.

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4:38

Foals.

There’s a blackbird singing.

I heard it straight from the horse’s mouth

That staying up all night is unhealthy

Songs rising while the dew settles. 

How long can I champ on this bit

I need a saddle

But God has lost his grip on the reins and is lost in the woods behind me.

Where do the blackbirds hide

when they finish chattering

I loosen my teeth

Let the tremor pass through

Tomorrow is my day, and it is already tomorrow.

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00:48

I am a bad investment.  Please throw good money after bad. I am a match.

You made me in heaven, and I took five minutes to reach earth. Shake my hand because it’s better than clenching I can’t screw this up,  I typed it out, so there’s no wastepaper

although it might be wasted energy. it’s 00:52.  I’m done making an effort.