Rain, Poetry And Thunder

So the rain's pouring down. There was a shitload of thunder in the last five minutes, which I attempted to record, and I posed a question (was it a question? Maybe not. Just a thought). We can write words and we can speak words, sentences, paragraphs, whole chapters, whole poems, epic ones, free verse ones,... Continue Reading →

Curling Trunk

My best advice is alwaysthe one where I tell them:“You are your own worstobstacle.”Their eyes sprout shoots of angerthe way joining the ‘wrong’ queueturns patience into regret.My trunk curls as I rub in a lost set of keys, a misplaced note anda blue screen digital nightmare.They know their choicesas much through loss as through discovery.... Continue Reading →

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