Stack the firewood Kindling Paper Woosh Combustion is a warm red glow In a dark space With uneven outlines Each morning Igniting my heart Inducing the sweat Cedar lined womb Returning to the primordial realm Softening Beginning again And the words drift away behind me When I close the door And take my seat Becoming […]
We hold ourselves to impossible standards sometimes
Singing up the sunThey comeBlack and white birdsMonochrome coloursSinging mellifluous wordsThat I hear from beneath my covers
Why wouldn’t I create? We have this ability to make ourselves incredibly happy for hours With something that comes completely from within No outside person or thing required I pick up a slim black tipped pen Or a camera Or a notebook And write, click, paint, Walk out into nature Or drink deeply from my […]
The concentration that is When I focus to submit Is utter freedom. To create from the two Is to be split into a thousand different opinions Judgement rises from self First And turns like Ouroboros To consume my own art Until there is nothing left But a hungry mouth That is never fed For art […]
You cannot lose Skin Bone Teeth In such vast quantities that you are reduced To nothing You are the art That is breathed into the world In continuum Whilever there is lung and heart and brain The spirit that you possess Will be creating *I’ve taken up an exciting position with a new employer. This […]
The wind gusts strongly Kicks up leaves, eddies emotion Shut the door Seal the gaps Become still Writing is a storm It stirs chattering words Thoughts, mentally charged Rise to the surface And swirl To reinstate calm I choose to Silence the words Contain the thoughts that swirl Command the wind to calm Emotions fall […]
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 […]
Have you noticed the sky? Birds flying? I watch them The little ones Their wings beat so furiously The big ones soar and glide. Curiously, I wonder, why is that so? I guess, a small child’s legs go ten to the dozen trying to catch an adults long stride Is it wingspan? A growth thing? […]
I wake to a grey morning And run Because if consistency is the greater part of art It is also the greater part of health Mental And physical The bird on the power pole sings It knows it is dawn That the sun is merely hiding behind clouds And there is reason to sing For […]
