The present moment, a mess of interpretation a puzzle strewn across my minds eye. Leaves scattered across an old picnic blanket left behind after the long summer day. The night winds blow cold now through the eaves and echoes of laughter and screams of delight idle away like wet foot prints across a…… Continue reading Movement (poem)
“Without hope, all men are animals,” he tells me stoically from the chair. “And all women too!” I reply with an ironic grimace, teeth bared to cover up All our fear. We smell it on ourselves now, Universal a low lingering sour scent of too many mistakes, too many actions unable to be undone, By…… Continue reading POWER Responsibility.
My body is as wide as a river. My big soul heaves and churns with the wildest waters, whipped up with such a tempest madness. When the pain flows through me, salt water leaves my eyes and my guts constrict, like flapping fish caught in a fisherman’s net; gasping mouths frantically sucking for clear…… Continue reading She-moon
Rage: it’s what we push onto others when we can’t stomach the threat of it ourselves. It’s where the need leads us; the need to be vindicated, the need to have all our fears realised and justified. The need which leads us to use others, because that threat; that threat is too dire to face.…… Continue reading A creative dissection; Rage