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I’ve been writing for a short while. Obviously, I am now an expert and need to share my accrued wisdom with the world. Yes, that was a joke. Like anyone who enjoys to… Continue reading Writing. Some basics. Use ‘em or lose ‘em.
Edgar Allan Poe is considered one of the foremost exponents of the Gothic horror genre and is also well known for his poetry. His poem The Raven, published in 1845, was his most famous and successful work, and his short … Continue reading Edgar Allan Poe and the First Exegesis
Still standing. Waiting. Where are you? When are you? Your bus is long, long overdue, but I will wait, anyway, wondering if my timetable is completely out of date. Hoping my ticket to ride is still valid, not expired. Still … Continue reading Still Standing. A poem.
Watery Kiss. A haiku trilogy 1. Concrete My feet are concrete. I swim the depths of my heart. Ocean bottom calls. 2. Goldfish My lungs filling up. liquid in mouth, on the brain. Goldfish down, am I. 3. Calcified Funereal … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Watery Kiss’, a haiku trilogy.
Here, amongst a billion tiny souls crunching below my feet, sticking between my toes, a first kiss of many. Furtive, restless, heated, fingers and palms hitchhiking over a bountiful landscape. A tsunami flowing through the fields, disrupting your trains of thought and once rational mind. As the sun sinks lower and evening falls; like time, we shall come to pass on these dunes. Here, amongst a billion tiny souls that crunch between our feet and the small of your back. Would you like to read more poetry and prevent Steve from starving at the same time? Steve’s first book of … Continue reading Beached. A poem.
Some more photos from my ongoing amateur photographic journey. These ones are many months old. About time they saw the light in some unfiltered, unaffected glory. Or some semblance of glory, anyway. I’ve written some short poems to accompany them. … Continue reading Upstart Photographer #2. And complementary poems, to boot.
Billions of microscopic particles coalescing in the infinite. The void in my heart, a macrocosm blessed with spacial vertigo, engulfing the dust of reason and goodwill. Pearl pinpoints provide minimal illumination to highlight my hope and perspicacity. I float amongst the atoms, dreaming of dark gravity bending light to fulfil my dreams. Would you like to read more poetry and prevent Steve from starving at the same time? Steve’s first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. For more information, click here. Continue reading Dust. A poem.
The lights shining on the tree, the streets filled with gaiety, presents, goodwill; how it’s meant to be, not always reflecting reality. He was born on Earth, a miracle being. He lived and died, for us, you see. His loving … Continue reading Christmas. A poem.
62 poems to make you laugh, cry, get depressed or get drunk by! My first book of poetry is available as an e-book for $5.99 from the following distributors: Kindle/Amazon – https://www.amazon.com.au/All-Nothing-Unorthodox-Orthodoxy-Hearted-ebook/dp/B078JDTPDF/ref=sr_1_103?ie=UTF8&qid=1514113702&sr=8-103&keywords=the+all+or+the+nothing Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/the-all-or-the-nothing (Australia) https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-all-or-the-nothing (United States) and … Continue reading ‘The All or the Nothing’ – My first book of poetry is available NOW!
The gracious crucible of light that spawned my shambling steps, dangling that golden carrot through a narrative ill met. The owl glides over darkening fields, I’m the mouse skirting its kill zone. I duck and weave, just out of reach, … Continue reading Narrative. A poem.
Hey, hey, hey! Thanks so much to littlemissbearpaw for nominating me for the Liebster Award! I am honoured, humbled and somewhat stumped, as always, as to why I got nominated. But thanks for liking my stuff, anyway! The rules for … Continue reading Some Leibster Award Goodness: I’d like to thank the academy…
Judas. A haiku trilogy. 1. Judas Please, don’t put your faith in a Judas such as he. He will always fail. 2. Wanting He betrays himself in every scattered thought and comes up wanting. 3. Better Better to find one … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Judas’, a haiku trilogy.
Here amongst the mammals shuffles the dinosaur, all rippling muscle and strident flanks. As he lumbers around the errant, tiny creatures, he wonders why he’s here, and what brought him to this place. Here and there the animals pair off, … Continue reading Dinosaur. A poem.
I’m spinning in a vacuum, lost in zero-gee. Point and counterpoint, continually rolling free. I try to gain a foothold, but my world’s a churning sea. Spinning in this vacuum, until I hear from thee. Continue reading Spin. A poem.
Aisha and I swore simultaneously. Silas gestured to his slavering doberman, straining at the chain he held. “This is Goering,” he said. “I think he would like to make your acquaintance.” He unleashed the beast and it catapulted down the … Continue reading The Sale. Part 15.
