Counterweight

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 […]

Conquer and divide

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 […]

Aroma

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 […]

Query

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 […]

Drop

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 […]

Vapour

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. […]

Riddle or rock

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 […]

Aphantasia

Thoughts are things They have weight Texture Sound Colour Outlines Tiny pieces of art This apple That tree An autumn leaf Spiralling down Down Down To the ground At least they do for me So vivid and clear And I wonder if that is half the power in their ability to distract Make me believe […]