When I was a child And it was hot I used to turn on the hose And splash Filling up buckets And filling up pots Washing the verandah down With Mum Turning on the tap And letting all that water Run And run As I grew older The water seemed to become scarce Not the […]
Being a writer An artist A filmmaker A songwriter A sculpter Anything Self made is very difficult You have to combat Self doubt Worthiness You have to defend your creations to others – even if it is silently – in your head, behind shuttered eyes Justify the time that they take To others And to […]
If you want to become a frustrated ball of stress Then begin to teach yourself about a new application of technology/software/______ Nothing works as easily as promised And what begins as a wonderful spark of inspiration Finally grinds to a desk thumping cry of anguish some hours later But then We pick ourselves up and […]
Yesterday I fell down the rabbit hole of teaching myself some editing skills. I am enjoying the journey into voetry so much that it isn’t leaving as much room for other things…like actually writing my book – let alone doing the housework – but when the muse calls…😊 By late yesterday I had my process […]
Spoken Word (2) Elders Moved in some tuneful background to this one – Kasey Chambers acoustic – also my Boxer Bodhi makes an appearance. I love the way the elders gather outside waiting for the newsagent to open – sometimes up to 10 can be leaning around shooting the breeze. Small towns. Love them. 22 […]
My knee reposes 5 inches from your hot And sweating thigh The sheets are wrapped Around us Another restless sigh And turn My pillow is knocked Into shape for the tenth time I am wide awake The ceiling fan propels Thuckety thake Thuckety thake The blades performing barrel rolls A downward spiralling plane Disturbia In […]
Something a bit different to celebrate my excellent pedicure this afternoon 😁 A spoken word poem shot on location at my front gate Not a big budget but sure to rake in plenty at the box office 😂 – I always feel a bit naff doing spoken word videos however I love watching others so […]
I’ve been sad for a few days I’m absorbent like that Melancholy grabs my head Sits on it like a gargoyle This morning My dogs The cows I walked away from my gargoyle Left it by the side of a dusty track It will creep back Eventually Always does Comes looking for love But for […]
And a light hearted review. I’m not turning this into a career but I e read a couple of good books this week by other bloggers and thought I would share. Since writing my first poetry book I have realised that poetry is a rather hard sell particularly to someone who is not a pushy […]
When the muse sits on my shoulder Dictating words And I’m typing as fast as I can Fingers crawling Across the keyboard At a steady clip Thoughts drip Drip Drip I only own as much as she’ll give me And I don’t even own that My muse is not a dog But a rather fickle […]
