Black ink soaking through a white cloth Staining It can be washed and washed Difficult to remove A shadow will remain So what’s the use? Throw it away But what if it was a girl Or a boy Man or a woman Their psyche soiled treated like toys of the algorithm One negative comment Outweighs […]
There is a dictator rising We thought we controlled IT But now IT usurps all boundaries Swooping upon Our banks Our shops Our creativity Our time Our energy Our relationships Our environment. Everyone turns to blame one another Divisiveness curdles conversations It is the fault of the farmer The wood cutter The meat eater The […]
The days that pass blankly A little empty Shake them upside down Nothing much falls out A crumpled to do list With nothing crossed off And the idea that my Nordic socks Are now all out off order and I’m wearing odds That somehow match each other I stacked firewood inside Now I watch it […]
In the dark of pre dawnBare feet slide on timber floorsThe smell of coffee Sharp as barbed wire Carefully they weave their nets Catching sleepy bugs (Photo in header) Red gold peeping Tom The sun peers over the edge Soon I’ll be walking Rain right on the cusp I gaze out the door into Change […]
I’m so enjoying chatting to everyday people about their hands for my project These 2 Hands. Up on substack today, is Sarah. I found Sarah inspirational in that she knew exactly why she was doing what she was doing and what her end vision was. It wasn’t a grand vision, it was purposeful. And that […]
There is a disonance Between the world that resides in my head and making it into a reality. My head dreams a plan But a dream requires physicality It requires legs and arms Heart To drag myself into the arena and ask “I wonder if you could help me…” And this is why AI will […]
I have a photography human story project going on Substack. No need to subscribe. If you do it is free. What I love about this project is a lady on the other side of the world announced in my comments she was off to strike up a conversation with her butcher after she read my […]
A question is a gift Confusion is purpose still wrapped in impenetrability We can’t see what’s within Yet When we begin unravelling truth reveals itself Startling us out of our complacency Even the most opaque parts of our being can be scrubbed clean A question is a gift I use mine to make poetry *Hogan […]
There is a sound Behind words A voice And some peoples voices wear elaborate masks They are hard on the soul I scrub hand to face Hair Heart Trying to erase their scald. Others though, tumble cheerily out They sound exactly as they are Blessings. And it doesn’t matter if their words are said or […]
I was worried and I was anxious I used to cling to things like thoughts and ideas and plans As I tumbled I grabbed hold of stubs of grass sliding in gravel Weightless. I would hit the end of a disintegrated dream mentally and physically drained but then it struck me as I sat at […]
