Whisper and listen. Trill and creak, let the lyric poem soar with the skylark… The bird creaks from the cherry trees. In a birch bark chirp. The ocean groans with the turn of the moon, tides in and out. Fall and rise. Until soaking to the skies where wings whisper upon the wind reaching higher than …
Google that Thing
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Google can be a light in the dark. Or is it? Don’t know the answer? Google that thing. Sitting down on the curb, on the park bench, the bus stop. Phone out. Phone ready. Just in case. Always. A thought passes through. Passes by as the cars zip …
The Point of You
ARTHUR: Yeah! I love going through the X-ray gate! It’s a bit like a game show, isn’t it? There’s always that moment of ‘Will I make the buzzer go? Will I make the buzzer go?!Yes! I didn’t make the buzzer go!’ Or ‘Ohhh, I made the buzzer go!’ GERRY (laughing happily): All right, then! Well, follow me! DOUGLAS: …
Un-Becoming
As I’ve been going back through my old blog format and refreshing past posts which still speak to my present self, I stumbled on this one. I’ve been trying to find my feet with my writing voice and identity in novel format lately and this reminded me that un-becoming is a life work. It’s not …
Lightning Strikes
It is a universally unknown fact that weeks don’t pass in seconds, they pass in lightning strikes. Each day is one count and suddenly, by Sunday you’ll realise Monday is only one count, or one day, away from your location of a cliff, with a beach and a few friends. These lightning flashes are filled …
Invisibility Exposure
Being between two people in a discussion makes for a period of invisibility exposure. You are a lighthouse beacon being stared at by a crisp’s chomping lady on break and two desk bound employees in the position of question and answer for the current project in progress. To make matters more icing than cake; being …
Bicycle Adventures
You can tell a culture by the way they ride bicycles. Not on the right or wrong side of the road. That’s irrelevant to this particular case. Rather, the riding is in where they go and how they stop. Especially in how they stop. Remember when you first learned how to cycle? Getting started wasn’t …
Harness Introvert Power No Matter Who You Are
Introvert. We like being alone but that doesn’t mean we don’t like the flash and bang of fireworks as much as extroverts. What sort of images crossed you mind then? Did you see someone cowering, shy, stuttering? Did you see a shadow or an ant, that larger and louder people cannot stand, so they step …
An Avalanche of Detour Signs
“You are not seperate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.” Eckhart Tolle I like to think I embody the pastel colours of the above photograph, taken on an equally pastel temperature sort of day, mid-February, three years past when some things …
Leftovers: A Memory Mused
I lost Life. Possibly down the side
between clock and computer.
Occupied scrolling photos,
making love to memories.
As if they made stretched
cirriform clouds.
That made overhead
personalized flurries.
Complete with lightning.
Ripe for paparazzi.
Nimbus clouds, too.
Whirling with baby snuffles
Rhyming to a mobile
Trilling Chopin.
Because babies need education.
In the Art of Angst.
I think Life might have dropped down the toilet.
Last week I lost my toothbrush.
My reflections fault.
I lost count of my pores. How many pixels
before I resemble sand?
I make up a tossed salad
Of halogen lightbulb dust.
A teaspoon of room temperature milk.
My body overheats to the taste
Of blue cheese electronics.
Blend and repeat.
Tie up the ribbons.
Dance with your childhood before
the grave drops life down the roots of a flower.