The road gone…but not forgotten.

It’s been a few years since I disappeared in a puddle of self-limiting self-destruction. It seems my years of wallowing and despondency are coming to a close. That’s not to say my depression has gone away. My favourite black dog is right beside me as always, although his ever-present bark is lessened somewhat by theContinue reading “The road gone…but not forgotten.”

Haiku Friday. Shadow – a lone haiku.

Shadow The lone flower in the field is shaded by the shadow of your doubt. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To find out how to buyContinue reading “Haiku Friday. Shadow – a lone haiku.”

The Poetry Writing Process

Okay, a few people asked me this. I thought I’d oblige with a post. I write the majority of my drafts on my iPhone, while I’m walking, watching TV, or sitting on the toilet (my compositional repository of choice). My writing very much depends on my mood and what has impacted me that day. IContinue reading “The Poetry Writing Process”

Solo. A movie review.

No spoilers! I read the scathing and toxic reception of fandom to Solo, a Star Wars Story, read the critics’ poor reviews and generally dismissed the movie without giving it a chance. I’m happy to report that a friend dragged me to see it, and I was not only pleasantly surprised, I got to seeContinue reading “Solo. A movie review.”

Vault of Years. A poem.

I crawl the vault of years, hunched and broken, bereft and decaying. Unforgiven and unforgiving, trapped in webs of deceit, waylaid in poisonous shrouds. Are you here to free me? Or join the gallery? Come crawl this vault of years with me until eternity.   The All or the Nothing is my first e-book ofContinue reading “Vault of Years. A poem.”

Far. A poem.

I climbed the path on the mountain of no return, and viewed the valley, so treacherously far below. From here everything seemed so far away, so inconsequential and purposeless. And there I would sit, through rain and snow, living an inconsequential and purposeless existence, looking down on a world that teemed with wonder and nuance,Continue reading “Far. A poem.”

Looking for Alaska. A book review.

I promised to review the last of John Green’s books left for me to read (ironically, his first). I finally finished Looking for Alaska, yesterday. You can find the other reviews at the links below this one. Looking for Alaska, like many of John Green’s books, is a young adult book featuring a number ofContinue reading “Looking for Alaska. A book review.”

Keepsake. A poem.

I hear you, I see you; your mirror face tells no lies but hides the truth, like a waxing moon hiding the sun from the subtle stars. I hear you, I see you, I hold you; you are wine within my mouth, light within my vision, tincture at my touch. My keepsake. The All orContinue reading “Keepsake. A poem.”

Tag. A movie review.

A bunch of friends play tag for 30 years: for the month of May, they attempt to tag each other with the winner reigning supreme until the next year. One of the friends has never been tagged and he is about to retire. Time for the team to take him down! The whole idea ofContinue reading “Tag. A movie review.”

On Writing and Editing Poetry

Explain your editing process. What works best for you? Do you take risks? Are you objective? How have you taken the poems through its steps to completion? The Song Poetic. A poem about writing and editing poems. The toilet provides solitude, composure in a setting sometimes peaceful, sometimes filled with the keen echoes of urgentContinue reading “On Writing and Editing Poetry”

Paper Hearts. A poem.

My heart was torn, tiny pieces shredded like origami shapes fluttering on the wind. Just like every paper person in my overcrowded mind, an overcrowded sea of paper people, with shredded paper hearts, like origami shapes fluttering on the wind. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most onlineContinue reading “Paper Hearts. A poem.”

Backstab. A poem.

You are the prowling shark loitering in choppy waters waiting on a hint of blood to fuel your hungry needs. You sniff and search for snippets to exploit, building trust with deception to cover your misdeeds. You are a betrayer of trust, a parasitic worm, embedded in my flesh, consuming heart and soul. How manyContinue reading “Backstab. A poem.”

Arrival. A poem.

I waited and waited and hoped and you arrived. Without acclaim, without excess, but not without baggage of your own. Seared with silent wounds in mirrored grace and Savoir-Faire. And all the waiting and the hope, all the self-hate and the scars, all the loneliness I had known, receded like the tide, trawled by anContinue reading “Arrival. A poem.”

Anvil. Part 15.

The distant sound of automatic gunfire and plasma rounds echo from within the skeletal remains of the Chao Triad building. In the interceptor, Olsin’s finger pauses over the tether recall button. She notes two murky shapes in the dirty haze behind Granny Chun. “I think you had better rethink your options,” says Lady Chao asContinue reading “Anvil. Part 15.”

My Self-hate. A poem.

My self-hate: just enough to immolate my lowly self. My self-hate: the razor that can’t wait to open me. My self-hate: the only thing that takes me breaks me sends me hurtling headlong to my grave. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To findContinue reading “My Self-hate. A poem.”

Sand Head. A poem.

I wanted to put my head deep down in the dust, but it was too hard to breathe amongst my crowded thoughts. I guess the best laid head was like the worst laid plan: too many consequences, like infinite grains of sand. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available atContinue reading “Sand Head. A poem.”

Deadpool 2. A movie review.

No spoilers here! No doubt you’ve read a thousand times that Ryan Reynolds was born to play fourth wall-breaking, motormouthed mercenary superhero Deadpool, so I won’t repeat it. Oh, I just did. Sorry. Deadpool 2 is a fun and incredibly violent movie. Yep, it’s not for the kids. It’s funnier than the first, but muchContinue reading “Deadpool 2. A movie review.”

Meteor. A poem.

You are the meteor slicing my heavens to the quick, scorching my atmosphere without regret. And when you hit my ground cleaving my earthy heart and spreading its detritus far and wide, I’ll willingly accept your carnage with arms as wide as oceans. Because when we are one, the strata and fossil record will tellContinue reading “Meteor. A poem.”

Anew. A poem.

All my dreams returned to dust whence they sprang, embittered and tweeted into the ionosphere. I am guilty of a life lived lost, of times counted down but launched anew, in an empyrean embrace. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To find out howContinue reading “Anew. A poem.”

The Narrative Poem.

Here’s another response I did for uni. You might want to try it out. Cheers Steve 🙂 Write a narrative poem of no longer than 15 lines about your childhood. Remember the narrative poem is a journey. Take the reader on a journey of your childhood. Free Stephen Thompson This new yard, so voluminous andContinue reading “The Narrative Poem.”

Haiku Friday. A lone haiku.

Embalmed. A Haiku. I’m embalmed by life. I will lie in state for you to consume your fill. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable structure. Okay, okay, I know you know that already! Cheers Steve 🙂 The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at mostContinue reading “Haiku Friday. A lone haiku.”

Sad Life. A poem.

Is this nothing more than a sad life? Materialistic imposition and perspicacious exposition all meaning nothing more than a sad life? Take this sad life, open the cage perennially and set it forever and eternally free. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To findContinue reading “Sad Life. A poem.”

New Face. A poem.

I am the ripple that turns the tide, the plaintive cry that shakes the world, the angry soul that brings the pain, the lonely man, slowly gone insane. Every time I turn around I see my new face and it haunts me. The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available atContinue reading “New Face. A poem.”

Every Blue Thought. A poem.

I prefer black but I wear a lot of blues and this ever-lasting weariness goes from my head down to my shoes. EVERY aching, grinding, groaning, spattering, spluttering, shadowing, beseeching, bemoaning, bewildering, disturbing, destabilising, escalating, ego-destroying, undermining, undulating, failing, falling THOUGHT from my head down to my shoes. The All or the Nothing is myContinue reading “Every Blue Thought. A poem.”

Signal Fire. A poem.

This indolence tosses me like autumn leaves, mere whispers in the breeze. Corkscrewing ever round, intoxicated by thoughts that reminisce amongst far flung ports-of-call. These empty seas would remit me unto an isle, stark, sun-bleached and worn, smoothed by time and vapid waters. From here I could scrutinise the present and the past, incongruent exhortationsContinue reading “Signal Fire. A poem.”

An Exercise in Poetic Styles

Here’s a response I did for Uni. You might like to try the exercise out yourself. Cheers Steve 😊 Write a haiku (formal style) on the theme of water and then write a free verse piece (of no more than 10 lines) on the theme of water. Which style worked best for you? What stumblingContinue reading “An Exercise in Poetic Styles”

Haiku Friday. ‘Journey’. A haiku.

Journey. A Haiku. Our journey begins: gentle solicitous touch. Now, scream together. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable structure. What, you knew? Fair enough. Cheers Steve 🙂 The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To find out how to buyContinue reading “Haiku Friday. ‘Journey’. A haiku.”