If you don’t love what you make You won’t look after it when times are tough Imagine if you gave birth to your children And didn’t love them Didn’t love them like you would die in their place In a second Without a thought Not an inkling of hesitation Imagine what would happen to them […]
The Winton Writers Festival is drawing to a close. Some have already left. Some are off exploring dinosaurs or sitting quietly with new books and thoughts. There were sunset drinks and final conversations, photos taken in golden light, and that strange sense of holding something while it’s still happening — knowing it’s about to become […]
I’m not sure if I am doing this correctly.. Leanne Cole has beautiful photos on her blog and from her I got the idea to do a post for the Monochrome Madness Challenge. My entries are below. I’m not sure any qualify as modes of transport but they certainly gave me a smile Crack in […]
This motel room is neither here nor there I’m halfway And another day to go Thoughts occur half way And even though the pause is inevitable I half wish I’d driven all the way through I spent an hour in the dark Before the sun Wondering if I was enough The thoughts drove me up […]
A dog digging a hole is happy Sometimes they are digging to bury a bone Or investigate a noise Lost in the digging they avoid all thought other than I Am Digging But when they surface happily panting A little wild eyed Is when the reality arrives And they wonder if perhaps that great and […]
A grandfather builds a cubby for his grandson. A little house for dreaming, and for slowing down.
The Bridge I’ve Been Building I’ve been walking toward this for a long time. For me, writing poetry has never been about craft or output.It’s about return.It’s how I come back to myself when the world — or my own patterns — have carried me too far away. I was thinking about it this morning […]
The These 2 Hands Project has now been published as a Zine! Click far right cluster of arrows to enlarge to full screen and then read as a normal magazine.
It’s got to go They have to move back They are sitting in seats intended for claps Cheers Applause Instead I looked out into silence Stum faces Some even said You shouldn’t And I sat back down Stupidly But with maturity And frustration Comes the realization That the ones sitting in the front seats Observing […]
What if what’s up there isn’t heaven? What if hell is not below? What if both are not places but presences — things that live in the spaces all around us, shifting their nature according to our thoughts? What if we know nothing about death or dying? What if we don’t go anywhere — we’re […]
