Outside the sky is polished silver Thunder ripples Sky gongs bonged to call distraction to attention My brain is grinding words slowly Granular meaning, awkwardly applied The plumbing is rusty from lack of flow Many are discarded Few make the cut My dog jerks at another roll of thunder I murmur words of distracted comfort […]
Uncertainty Is the crunch of tin foil on the fillings in my teeth Yet I cannot spit The only way is through For now I must chew On all these ineffable feelings My skin wants to shrink Instead it must expand Giving way to all of this unnerving swell Giving it room Delivering myself Unto […]
Why are you writing this Or that Or anything? I write what I need to hear I ask questions And then wait for the reply to appear That’s how it began and that’s how it continues I guess. It’s a system, a process that works. Header photo – old falling down pub Wyandra Qld. More […]
A word After a word After a word With each adding depth to the meaning Of the one which came before it As few as possible Not necessarily beautiful But true That is how things should be written Not The magnificence of the omnipresent moment adds splendid divulgence to the optical illusion that we are […]
Poetry is the untangling of the mind To a writer At first it is difficult Frustrating And you will mutter things like I hate bloody poetry But as the knots unwind Finally The lights come out to shine Blinking on and off Rhythmically After that It’s a daily thing Of course it becomes easier But […]
And the words come to greet me Yet I cannot write them down I am scared of what they reveal Even as I refuse They wait Stagnating at the front of my mind The back of my throat The tip of tongue They block everything Until no further words come Arising From wherever words spring […]
Be here with the cup In the soapy water Be here with the toaster As it cooks Smelling the aroma of crusty bread Browning Be here with the sights and sounds of nothing more important arising Than dust motes drifting across the room As writers we are trained to panic It is ingrained this thought […]
Somebody asked me once Do you ever get worried you’re just going to run out of things to write about (on the blog) And to be honest I’d never thought about it But here’s the thing Do you ever run out of things to think about? To talk about? Well how can you run out […]
We are born alone And we die alone At our happiest and most triumphant We are alone And when we at our most forlorn When we mourn We are alone too These moments are when we are closest To the heart of who we really are Either becoming Or going Arriving Departing Heartfelt and excruciating […]
I’m a starter, a very enthusiastic starter but I’m not always a completer. This characteristic increasingly frustrates me the older I grow and the less I seemingly grow UP. Grown UPs complete things. In front of me sits a pile of notebooks of various sizes and descriptions. Scattered through my house are more (I know) […]
