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)
I’m looking after a cat for the week. It’s the cutest pet and sometimes my mind falls away with it. Are metaphors successful if nobody else understands them? In the past my mind employed harmless ideas to cover up ghosts. The groping fingers of my grey matter would drape its ghouls in silks and baubles…… Continue reading Catharsis (2)
Tired synapses struggle with connection. I blink, and look back down to the page. Words stutter, to resolve themselves on my lips and in my mind, they patter out from the darkness on flat feet and flail about in the light of awareness, my brain’s waves are irregular- inspiration stutters and blasts in and out,…… Continue reading Tired synapses
Kid A Rocks my baby back through psychedelic shades of memory ridden contemplation, old faces haunt me shadowy alley-ways run deep down behind my jaw line walk themselves home as I recollect old beats old faces, old places which I never really left- before my time yanked from the only place I ever really felt…… Continue reading Old Faces
Mary Shelley shot a bolt of lightening into me; I’m not sure whether it entered between my legs or through my eyes but suddenly I saw stars and the very atoms of the air crackled with infinite potential and malevolent design. Inspiration is right in front of me- I will create a literary monster and…… Continue reading Inspiration
I had a bit of an emotional morning, after an emotional Thursday night and then a really strained day at work yesterday. I was OK, really, just wobbly and extremely tired. I have definitely been worse, and I’m sure other people are dealing with a lot more, and a lot worse. This week has been…… Continue reading A shout-out to all my wonderful friends- a soppy post as I consider how very lucky I am..
I think the correct name for this venue is actually now The O2 Brixton, but I will forever call it Brixton Academy because that was what it was called when I used to go their regularly for gigs back in the early early noughties. It’s my favourite venue for live music. The Academy holds about…… Continue reading A bittersweet gig- Incubus at the Brixton Academy
I’m currently working on a book. When it is finished and I have found somebody astute enough to publish it, I think you should all go out and buy it. It will change your life for the better and widen your perspective on a subject which is currently extremely relevant- mental illness. Ok, enough of…… Continue reading Shameless self-promotion..
So I am writing this post directly after publishing the last one. It Sunday, Ru and I are having a day in and I wanted to get some writing done today as I’m working Mon-Friday next week, and won’t be around on Saturday at all. I am just getting back into the WordPress mindset, and…… Continue reading Daring to dream; a confession.
I had such a good night last night, I thought I’d record it today because it would help to keep the memory bright and vivid in my memory. I have been working part time for the last four months and so, because of a significantly reduced wage package, haven’t been out much in the last…… Continue reading A check-in, and a much needed night out in London town