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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
What is authenticity? Is it a coat I put on daily? Does it change with me As I do? Or does it live eternally stuck in some sort of stagnant non reality That lives in other peoples heads A projection that beams out of them Onto something that I said Perhaps Two months ago Or […]
