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 […]
White is the colour that trails fast things Jets Speed boats. Wings of a bird leave no tell tale signs they lift and fly almost silently. Usually I move fast too long strides hustling feet my mind already ten metres in front of me at least. But something happened to my ankle this week And […]
There is a callus That develops In the middle of the chest In children as we are hurt The greater it spreads By the time we arrive in adulthood It is difficult to breathe Think Speak Through anything but hard scar tissue. So there is a need to take a scalpel and slowly start to […]
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 […]
It rises teaching me how to rise too. To leave everything on the ground Evaporate towards the clouds Becoming more transparent All around Fog to mist vapour to air Join with the clouds Come back down again As gentle rain That feeds the ground Grows the grass Nitrogen Descended Transformed Excreted Rises Transforms Deleted Never. […]
Tiny pebble skips easily across a pond It’s light Quick Exuberant A boulder drops heavy Creates a huge splash Falls to the bottom Water rushing to cover It is weighted Passive Lies inert Blocks the throat Momentarily No matter their size The pebble and the boulder still end up at the bottom of the river […]
From around age ten we begin taking out contracts Invisible signatures In indeliblee ink That say I know you And you know me But I don’t remember signing Away the right to forget Everything, and begin again *header picture of a tribe of boys playing on the beach. I was entranced by their rough and […]
I pace Back and forth Around I’ve learned the perimeter The parameters of my cage The responsibilities The expectations People I love, the look upon their face When I disappoint Confuse Fail We are born from womb To box And then like Russian dolls We move Through a series of ever shrinking coffins until one […]
The wind reaches into every corner Lifting and shifting Whining and whistling Stirring up dust that eddies in the sky Blows up the road, blows in the eyes Not very pleasant. It’s tracking from the north Sure sign of rain coming I’ve piled up the firewood in the space beside the hearth There’s enough for […]
I take ten silver spoons and polish them carefully Each is different Some are quirky I place them on the bench so I can see how many I have left daily according to the theory. (Although I make my own theories on how I use spoons) I use one for art Which delivers me two […]
