I stand here, under the the burning tree. A rain of lightning casts shadows of each hill. They are the bones of giants, left from the last great days when heroes could call from mountain tops and have eagles take them back home. The World Stands Before Me We live in a world of noise. …
Walk in the Footsteps of Giants: A Short Drabble from the Stormy Inn Series
I moved over the weekend and have numerous creative projects and challenges on the go. I’m living next to the ocean now and all I can think about is imagery and stories with water involved. Nonetheless, here’s another excerpt from my tales from the Inn of Stormy Nights. Walk in The Footsteps The wind blew …
Embracing Vulnerability: A Motivational Poem
Vulnerability One of the most debilitating emotions anyone can ever experience. It feels mortifying to walk into a room and because of looks, experience or lack thereof, dress, voice or anything else to do with your personal identity, you feel less than. You want to run, hide and never walk into that room again. But …
How to Turn to Childhood for Inspiration
Thoughts on the Future, Looking to the Past The value of childhood lies not in the experiences the child hastily wishes themselves out of but in the years later, as the child stands with eyes toward the future and a grateful heart cast to the past. Long ago, if we pull back the vine of …
Sidewalks and Roads and How We Walk
Follow the Road and Who Knows Where is Goes My favourite quotes in life usually involve streets, crossroads, some sort of long straight or winding road. My favourite songs often involve roads literally or figuratively to, The Highwayman by Loreena McKennit (also a poem), Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas, Carry on by .fun, …
Being Creative: Building a Community of Imagination
Being Creative Every marketing expert and guru of the internet gabs on and on (just talk, talk and more talk) about branding yourself. Sticking yourself to one particular image, one particular style. A bit like if an actor purposely typecast themselves (which I think most, understandably hate and try to avoid like the plague). I …
Visit London: Transform Dreams into Lived Stories
Visit London: An Introduction I lived in London for two years and I have endless stories from the experience. I’m in the process of organising years of descriptive emails into a series of travel memoirs. Before all that gets settled, I’d like to let you all into some of my experiences as I continue my …
Challenge: Keep Your Feet
The Challenge It’s been a while. So what’s the point in coming back? 1. Going full circle. 2. New perspectives of the beginning and where you are now. 3. Never leave something incomplete. Really, that’s three ways of saying nearly the same thing. Returning to the beginning always brings fresh perspectives which, when you’re …
When the World Echoes
When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
You have no choice to put on a show. Offs
any notion of peace.
And when they say, just carry on, the voice
runs a marathon of laughter.
It says in a whisper haunting each step,
You’re an ant on a boot which walks the Milky Way.
Remember that when you think you’re okay.
You try to scream for the red stop light.
But voice careens into your mind,
metallic bits of self. Scatter, clatter, fall.
Bounce once. Bounce twice.
And they say, just carry on.
We don’t see any blood.
So you carry on, because the blood’s in your head.
Always there, dripping.
but outside you aren’t slipping.
It stays in your cave.
Stalactites and stalagmites in mind.
Waiting to spear you thrice the next time
you fail at life.
When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
Your legs are not yet chopped. Don’t be weak.
Says the voice. The lights are up, the music started.
Just carry on.
Just carry on shouting to silence.
You’re only an echo.
You Will Be Queen When Nine Geese Fly: A Mythical Poem
You will be queen when geese fly Six in a row across moonlit ladder to sky. You will be queen when dust on the wind Wanders from sun lit shards to its constellation kin. You will be queen when clouds roll back In a tell of the truth over fact. You were meant to be …