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 … Continue reading Fulfilment. A poem.
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 … Continue reading Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. A movie review.
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 … Continue reading Anvil. Part 16.
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; … Continue reading Pavement Cracks. A poem.
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 … Continue reading The Year of Living Dangerously.
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 … Continue reading The Brink. A poem.
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 … Continue reading Incredibles 2. A movie review.
My being is the core of my being. My being is the core of my being. My being is the core of my being. My being is the core of my being. The All or the Nothing is my first … Continue reading The Core of My Being. A poem.
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 … Continue reading The road gone…but not forgotten.
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 … Continue reading Haiku Friday. Shadow – a lone haiku.
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 … Continue reading The Poetry Writing Process
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 … Continue reading Solo. A movie review.
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 … Continue reading Vault of Years. 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 … Continue reading Far. A poem.
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, … Continue reading Looking for Alaska. A book review.
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