Given the timeto produce a rhymesaying with grace andkeeping rhythm in time Find the path to say the ideasthat everyone hearsin their soulsthe vision sears Through the yearswe find new partsin our heartsand make new starts Making arttakes timewe sayit’s mine Me is on the pagegoing into your earand through your mindyou find Nothing queerbetweenContinue reading “Connected”
It’s 4am 4am 4am 4am it is…
It’s 4 in the morning and we copy a dull theme that became a memeA TED-sponsored presentation which bent the genre and the sender of the message circled back again and againThe laughter was fun until the third time was done and I became dumbFind a way to stay invested in the TED-tested my mindContinue reading “It’s 4am 4am 4am 4am it is…”
Tough Crowd
The cavernous chasm between the haves and the have nots and how we may bridge it.
Lismore High School
Lismore High School The alien visits the school. Again. Lurking along the sides of the playground where the other kids are playing handball or chatting loudly. The alien identifies the most central yet unobtrusive place, by the wall. Obvious yet unobtrusive. Out comes the Top Deck. The alien smiles when other kids come near himContinue reading “Lismore High School”
Good Morning, Death, You Seem to be Weakening
The past five months have been detrimental to my waistline. Not completely overwhelming but, nonetheless, there are several extra kilos there. Let me escort you through my recent brushes with death. Melodrama included. I was walking home from a complete disaster of a party one afternoon in October, just when the hot weather returned. IContinue reading “Good Morning, Death, You Seem to be Weakening”
Hither Evil Glances Not
Have you ever met someone who has never felt fear? I don’t believe it still but my eyes and ears tell me I must. Can you believe that the man of a household never assaulted the children under his care, or that the woman never lashed out, or that siblings never became vindictive? Incredible but,Continue reading “Hither Evil Glances Not”
The Beast
Hear it!Snuffling in its caveScrabbling aboutShuffling toward the opening Don’t make a sound!Take another breathSilentlyFind another toe hold Further up the cliff faceRain is comingDon’t let a pebble fallDon’t rouse the beast Fingers acheArms and legs need a restMuscles judderKeep moving up! Its head appearsSnout angling for scentOf preyShrink against the rock Hold tight!Fingers weakenRightContinue reading “The Beast”
I had such a fun day today.
Organised to take my father’s Bomb M W in for a diagnosis. E46. Ancient vehicle. I refer to it as the Teutonic Lump as it certainly is no Honda Jazz. The automatic transmission, all of which I hate to greater or lesser degrees, randomly pops into Panic Mode ™️ and only engages 4th. This itContinue reading “I had such a fun day today.”
Cross Over
What is on the other side?The bridge is ricketyIt creaks under my weightThe sunlight bright and clear. One foot in front of the otherThe bridge swaysThe breeze whistles pastI grip the vines for support. Cross over the chasmReject everything learnedSay goodbye to all that went beforePropelled forward by Thousands of facesSigns of connectionSatisfaction at growthPowerfulContinue reading “Cross Over”
Titan Origins (Ire)
Preparation of a novel in development. This is the mythos of the main characters.
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