Iwho have often hid in the midst of noiseLaughterTurning aside the more penetrating gazeWith a wall of clever wordsIWho thought the cocoon only produced butterfliesTurns outPhoenix and dragonsRise on wings of silencefrom jagged tooth wombs And the birth means annihilation To the bearer She died I was born And now I wear the scars that […]
Beware your heroes You may become them And the heroes I like Never lived an easy life Watch your admiration Where it drifts Who it casts Because the people I admire Never lived an easy life Watch your discipline and discernment Strive to make them right Because the things that I discarded Did not make […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
The days that pass blankly A little empty Shake them upside down Nothing much falls out A crumpled to do list With nothing crossed off And the idea that my Nordic socks Are now all out off order and I’m wearing odds That somehow match each other I stacked firewood inside Now I watch it […]
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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
