Upstart Photographer: Old Tree

I was driving on a country road a few weeks back and came across an amazing tree (I love photographing trees). I was so happy with these shots I wrote a poem to accompany them (so what’s new lol). Cheers Steve 🙂 Old Tree. A poem. Old tree, gnarled and twisted beyond reproach. What darkContinue reading “Upstart Photographer: Old Tree”

Angry Tweet. A poem.

Sweat on brow and lip, fit to flood your world with salt-flavoured angst and sticky date dues. Heart pounding like the proverbial train that lost itself somewhere down the overwrought tracks. Time to swat the flies of decision and derision and bring it all back to earth, just in time for a Twitter-fired response. IContinue reading “Angry Tweet. A poem.”

Your Road. A poem.

Before me is asphalt, an active metaphor. My journey’s just begun, never ending or undone, upon this path I’ll drive, forever sanctified. On the eternal road of life Your cross will be my guide. I write a lot of poems, some from my head, some from my heart. Many don’t appear on this website. ForContinue reading “Your Road. A poem.”

In the Oasis. A poem.

I shivered in the cold snap, persevering until I found the warmth I’d been missing in the safety of your lap. I drank from your lips, an oasis to placate my needs, to fuel these desires with every sip. The rain falls constantly, an environment of conscious trust and anxious ambiguity in which to breed.Continue reading “In the Oasis. A poem.”

Haiku Friday: Spectrum. A haiku.

Spectrum This tincture of light, these pigments that colour you the spectrum of love. Just in case you weren’t sure, Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable/line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from my heart. For more poems,Continue reading “Haiku Friday: Spectrum. A haiku.”

Thoughts. A poem.

I thought the flow of tears would end, the self-hate, internal rage would mend. I thought my path was bright and clear, a new and ever-present destiny. I thought a kiss would heal my mind, exorcise the demons stored through time. I thought a touch would raise my hope, a helping hand out of thisContinue reading “Thoughts. A poem.”

New Movie Trailers!

I’m a movie fan. More than that, I’m a HUGE superhero and monster fan, and a number of the announcements coming out of the San Diego Comic Con had me nerdgasming. Aquaman, Shazam! and Glass are superhero movies I’m really looking forward to next year. The next Harry Potter universe Fantastic Beasts movie premiered aContinue reading “New Movie Trailers!”

You and Me. A poem.

This touch fuelling DESIRE wanton and wastrel ECSTASY diamond moments of PLEASURE placating needs in FIRE that scorches earth THIRST no longer barren CARNAL swollen contempt SATED eventually and now just YOU and ME I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from my heart, and some from myContinue reading “You and Me. A poem.”

Eternal Grace. A poem.

Upon the cross, through time inured You gave Your life, so pure and true. For mankind’s untold sins and strife, You left this world when time was nigh. Beyond the pale of man’s disgrace, bequeathed the world eternal grace. I write a lot of poetry, some of which comes from my head, some from myContinue reading “Eternal Grace. A poem.”

The Pool. A poem.

Whence does this darkness dwell? This foetid blight that weighs down consciousness and soul. The ebon pool that hampers thought and confounds me to my core, that pounds upon my limpid door until my head is filled to burst with brittle ambiguity and stranger things unsought. Unto the well, this pool it flows, within theContinue reading “The Pool. A poem.”

Finding My Voice

“In truth, I never consider the audience for whom I’m writing. I just write what I want to write.” J.K Rowling. “You have to follow your own voice. You have to be yourself when you write. In effect, you have to announce, ‘This is me, this is what I stand for, this is what youContinue reading “Finding My Voice”

Morning Glory. A poem.

The street cars and sweepers, bird twitters, sidewalk seekers, beyond my pane and pain are my riotous alarm call, a doctor’s silicone grip bidding me to womb’s exit to face gelidity again. Trees shading the low-cut sun, her rays breaking humdrum, reborn and only just begun. Distant voices natter like roaches in my walls, matchingContinue reading “Morning Glory. A poem.”

Anvil. Part 17.

Kanji sprawls in her hovering portachair, its suspensors struggling under her weight. Her spiked durasteel right arm dwarfs the other, whose musculature is networked with ridged veins. “So, boss”, she says. “How long until Chao gets here?” Johnston stands at the transteel viewport, arms folded, staring out into space. The dark planet below passes inContinue reading “Anvil. Part 17.”

New beat. A poem.

Time to move to the beat of a new rhythm, oscillating to the pounding of hearts and minds, lost in thought and wandering at the significance of it all. This, the new drum of existence: the tempo, cadence, meter; the measure of each new breath and dance. I write a lot of poetry, some ofContinue reading “New beat. A poem.”

Skyscraper. A movie review.

No spoilers! Dwayne Johnson’s new movie is a cross between Die Hard and Towering Inferno. Despite the derivative premise it manages to be a successful homage to those movies and once again shows why Johnson is the world’s leading action star. ‘The Pearl’ is the world’s tallest and most technologically advanced skyscraper, built in HongContinue reading “Skyscraper. A movie review.”

Diver Down. A poem.

Standing on this scarp’s edge, a precipice, keen and lofty. Stare down with me at unknowing depths, where new enigmas await, an insinuating breeze. Dive with me, together; let the blossoming currents, those flowers of fate, guide our way blindly through the consuming dark into the great unknown, beyond. I write a lot of poetry,Continue reading “Diver Down. A poem.”

Ant-Man and the Wasp. A movie review.

No spoilers! Marvel pumps out another enjoyable superhero sequel. Amusing but non-essential viewing. Paul Rudd (Scott Lang/Ant-man) and Evangeline Lilly (Hope van Dyne/Wasp) reprise their roles from Ant-man, along with Michael Douglas (Hank Pym) and motor-mouthed Michael Peña (Luis). Along for the ride this time are Michelle Pfeiffer and Laurence Fishburne. Scott Lang has nearlyContinue reading “Ant-Man and the Wasp. A movie review.”

Haiku Friday. Talk – a lone haiku.

Talk Talk like you want to: let your velvet expletives fly free like the breeze. Haiku is a Japanese poetic form with a strict 5/7/5 syllable and line structure. Cheers Steve 🙂 I write a lot of poetry, some of which doesn’t appear on this website. For more poems, check out The All or theContinue reading “Haiku Friday. Talk – a lone haiku.”

Fingertips. A poem.

Fingertips slide Along the patina of your skin Seeking gullies in which to hide Crevices, creases and other things Sketching highlights far and wide Feeling their way with rarefied touch Until they whisper to the underside Until they’re lost and found and such In sweat-soaked draperies And windswept finery Fingertips slide I write a lotContinue reading “Fingertips. A poem.”

Square Peg. A poem.

I was always a square peg, out-of-place in round holes with all the rounded souls. An outsider striving to make his way inside, always locked out in the cold. A perpetual stranger, dwelling amongst strangers and stranger things, I’d wager. Hold me and shape me, mould me like supple clay into a thing of betterContinue reading “Square Peg. A poem.”

The Laid back DM – Mini-Reviews

Hiya all! It’s been a while since I reviewed any tabletop role playing games (“What the?!” I hear you say. If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, check out this link here). Without further ado: Vagabonds of Dyfed This lovely little game was the result of a recent Kickstarter. It’s an elegant little system,Continue reading “The Laid back DM – Mini-Reviews”

After the Cataclysm. A poem.

The cataclysm, the implosion, the thing that left me frozen. Eking out existence like a hermit crying “why?”, wandering through a wasteland, a prisoner doing time. The aftermath, a dawn, rebirth, the world that to me opened. A brand new meme that screams, all in high fidelity. No more wandering for this monk, no moreContinue reading “After the Cataclysm. A poem.”

Fulfilment. A poem.

I’m mister brusque, mitigated by your infinite charm. I’m the wallflower waiting for your effervescent sunbeams. I’m the wall of condescension, you’re the ebullient ladder. I’m the aching pit and you, You are my fulfilment. I write a lot of poetry, some of which doesn’t appear on this website. For more poems, check out TheContinue reading “Fulfilment. A poem.”

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. A movie review.

The dinosaurs are back! The sequel to massive money-spinner Jurassic World and the earlier Jurassic Park films contains all the big action bluster you expect from a major tentpole movie, and just enough story to keep the audience engaged for the two-hour running time. A volcano is about to erupt on Isla Nubar, home ofContinue reading “Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. A movie review.”

Anvil. Part 16.

Like the new logo? I put a fair bit of work into it – Steve 🙂 Hansen’s airborne troop carrier hovers at the entrance to the ruined hangar. Shi-Cho taps his foot impatiently on some rubble as the side hatch slides open and he and his troops clamber inside. He makes his way to theContinue reading “Anvil. Part 16.”

Pavement Cracks. A poem.

When I was a child I skipped pavement cracks; each one the border of its own little world, a patented microcosm enclosed by grass and cement and enshrouded by my shadow. Now, as an adult, I still skip pavement cracks; not because I’m superstitious or supercilious or superfluous, but because I imagine myself trapped inContinue reading “Pavement Cracks. A poem.”

The Year of Living Dangerously.

Is love hard to find? In today’s fast moving and super-connected society, it can be. And for those of us who are shy, awkward, socially inhibited, or just plain old, it can be dang near impossible (yeah, old people use ‘dang’. What’s that, they don’t? Oh, shut up). That’s where dating apps come in. NoContinue reading “The Year of Living Dangerously.”

The Brink. A poem.

More alike than we like to think. Along a chasm of separate worlds, here we stand upon the brink of more than lowly words. I long for you, for a subtle touch and you long for just a thought. Perhaps we want these things too much, perhaps it could never work. But if we triedContinue reading “The Brink. A poem.”

Incredibles 2. A movie review.

I loved The Incredibles. Made by Pixar at a time when Disney was just a distributor of Pixar movies, before Disney bought the animation studio and started focussing on the bottom line. The Incredibles has humour, heart, action, conviction, amazing music and is a wonderful homage to 1960’s spy flicks and comic-book family, the FantasticContinue reading “Incredibles 2. A movie review.”