Start. Fail. Restart, get a little further. Fail.
Write
What I’ve written, fiction and non-fiction.
Absent
Have I been absent lately?
Looking in the mirror
I see my physical presence.
But my mind...
Rumour Has It
Rumour has it you’re gone.
What do I make of it?
thoughts on ideas, erosion and fluid dynamics
Our dreams flow
as we pour out our hearts,
but it doesn’t go as expected.
The dynamics work against us,
trying to erode our paths,
no matter how we shore
and build up our banks.
I breathe…
I breathe I breathe. In and out, long, extended inhales, purpose-filled exhales, meant to centre and restore focus in the chaos. I breathe. The rhythm matches the music in my ears. My lungs using muscle memory and auditory stimulation to allow my focus to explore my present work. I gasp, forgetting to breathe amidst the … Continue reading I breathe…
the racing of thoughts
The buzz of race cars
drones on and off,
a swarm of wasps
taking over my neighbourhood...
where are you?
Where are you,
patriots of old?
Where are your history books
whitewashed with
words of compassion,
apologies for past behaviours
that you now repeat?...
poisonous perspective
I have seen your heart.
Spoken in words and images,
callous memes meant
to support your
selfish attitude,
regardless of the truth.
(cess)pool
Tell me about your pool,
where do you swim?
joy
I've got joy
down in my heart.
Where?
Beneath the rocks and stones,
the thorns
and dry bones.
blossom
Spring beckons.
energy coiled tightly,
building with renewed pressures,
unseen to the eye.
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stand up
When the world comes calling,
stand up.
plastic shards
Alone in the crowd\
I’m used the feeling.
necklace
I don’t fit in.
empathy’s eyes
Empathy’s eyes \ don’t see you posturing \ ready for the next fight.
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