I hold a needle between thumb and forefinger, stare through the tiny eye and find infinity. A multi-verse of vast improbability- a soap bubble attached to a second soap bubble floating upwards into a clear blue sky- the light illuminate- electro-magnetic eye enabler hiding trillions of glittering stars, countless, fathomless balls of burning fusion power,…… Continue reading Minds eye (poem)
It’s something of a contradiction, I feel, to state that writing be just a self indulgence. A friend of mine, and a friend whose opinion means a lot to me because she has a quite brilliant mind, suggested this; she stated that writing is a self-indulgence which allows the writer to spend inordinate amounts of…… Continue reading How much is writing a self indulgence?
The world outside my eyes knocks against my mind, tap tap tap, asking for an invitation in. I try to stop seeing movies all around me but the street outside is cloaked with a pale green filter and all the people wear clothes like costumes, faces like masks covering up what’s underneath, what’s inside- deeper…… Continue reading Schizophrenic
Mad new world 