I’ve been blogging every day for a little over one and a half years. I’m never short of material and I’m not one of those writers who suffer from writer’s block. No, this is not a ‘brag’ blog. This is … Continue reading Winding Down Yet Winding On
I don’t know why I fell for this— it was obvious you were oblivious, and my dreams were cloaked in pointlessness. I don’t know why you caught my eye, why I invested all my precious time creating a melodious portfolio, … Continue reading Fell For You. A poem.
Rami Malek of Mr Robot fame playing Freddy Mercury? Lots of Queen hits with amazing sound? Bring it on! I’m a Queen fan from way back. I have all their albums, and Brian May continues to be my all-time favourite … Continue reading Bohemian Rhapsody. A movie review.
Photo. Poem. Yep, it’s happening. Cheers Steve 🙂 Flowers. A poem. Delicate, handled by one as ham-fisted and indelicate as I Effulgent petals and tapered stems A majesty denied but gained again The vase a minor price to pay For … Continue reading Upstart Photographer: Flowers
I reach And ellipses of time and motion Quixotic Remote-controlled emotion The loving contentment of the discontented Repeated over and over Masticated and Manipulated in my head Like daffodil moments and chloroformed thoughts Venting in subspace A dream prison Of … Continue reading Reach. A poem.
The tears keep me awake at night; they burn my eyes and ducts, sodden flames licking, smoke broiling, consuming the room of my head until I’m fit to choke on all the pointless condescension, spluttering, unkempt, raw and misbegotten. Soaked … Continue reading The Pantomime. A poem.
Don’t you tire of the same old thing? A less-than-subtle rehashing, a troublesome re-treading, a more meagre repetition of what’s come and gone before. Finally time to Uproot all those Common thoughts and Kill them dead. Your groove has become … Continue reading Rehasher. A poem.
Life should not be about hellos and goodbyes. It should be the sum of everything in between. Stephen Thompson My life is punctuated with hellos and goodbyes. And like most tragedies, they’re played out upon a stage, with an audience … Continue reading Beginnings and Endings
Strong You are my true strength Pumping bloodline of my heart Unquenchable fire What is a haiku? Glad you asked. Click here to find out more. Cheers Steve 🙂 For more of my poetry, check out The All or the … Continue reading Haiku Friday: Strong. A haiku.
The method in my madness, is often overrated. But then again my madness is often overstated. Eternal slings and arrows do permeate my mind, with each outrageous fortune lying not too far behind. But the madness in my method and … Continue reading Mad Method. A poem.
Why do we blog? Some say it’s cathartic. Some say it encourages and develops us as writers. A creative outlet. Some say we do it for fun. To get in touch with like-minded souls. Some say they just need to … Continue reading Why do we blog?
I hurt when I see you, a mad combination of anger and pride. Selfish and shallow, Tear-filled and callow. So glad you’re doing well; I know you wallowed for awhile, as indeterminate as I. Now, you’re bouncing, a supercharged rubber … Continue reading Hurt (happy when I see you). A poem.
First Man is, hands down, the best movie I have seen in the last five years. It’s in my top 10 movies of all time. It’s that good. First Man is the story of America’s race to get a man … Continue reading First Man. A movie review.
Have I forgotten who I am? Not when every turgid thought drags the ocean bottom, the silt clouding my mind with all the pain I wrought. Not when my perpetual aching heart is torn in two with every memory of … Continue reading Unforgiven. A poem.
I have spoken long with you so many, many times, each airy conversation measuring low on a Richter scale that never rises much beyond the surface— no evidence of my success just artful whimsy it never shakes your earth. Just … Continue reading Quake. A poem.
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