Life, Finally. A poem.
My wanderings, part of me, intrinsically. My wonderings, ostensibly necessary. My heart and head, as one, not separately. My head and heart, all I need, invariably. My turns of phrase never lead me astray. My phrasing, beguiling, when it turns … Continue reading Life, Finally. A poem.
The Curse of the Weeping Woman. A movie review.
The Curse of La Llorona, or The Curse of the Weeping Woman as it’s called for Australian release, is an okay horror movie that does its best to scare you with a rejigged ghost story that’s fun to watch but … Continue reading The Curse of the Weeping Woman. A movie review.
Haiku. The Wake.
In the wake of now, Blessed are the peacemakers And the sanctified. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click … Continue reading Haiku. The Wake.
The Search. A poem.
I have yet to find The erstwhile substance, The peace of mind, Free from nomenclature And chilled regrets. The ice upon my lake, Covered in spider filigree And waiting to consume Me with every overly Anxious step. My navigation clears, … Continue reading The Search. A poem.
Leash. A poem.
A vague and secondary feeling Unkempt and untrusting Creeping through my head Like an uninvited stranger And yet so familiar Just as I’m feeling good about myself and my world The black dog bites me A subtle reminder Of his … Continue reading Leash. A poem.
Bad Memories. A poem.
You still haunt An incorrigible spirit Infecting like a wasting disease And reducing us To a mockery of ourselves. Here you sit Having grown Complacent Upon our shoulders A ghostly monkey Upon our backs Rearing your ugly head In constant … Continue reading Bad Memories. A poem.
The Creator’s Call. A poem.
The call of creation Echoes in my mind, Oscillates in my ears, Reverberates in my soul. This call cannot go unanswered; It is the call of wild and reckless abandon, The puissant grace of the cheetah And the wind rustling … Continue reading The Creator’s Call. A poem.
Trapped. A poem.
Isolated Alone Weary Waiting Life without meaning Contemptible in reproach Self flagellation And inimitable doubt Tired Empty Sad Succinct Selfish and self-absorbed Mired and wallowing The constant reprobate Entwined and enshrined Endless Pitiful Artless Vacuous Circling down the drain Longing … Continue reading Trapped. A poem.
Water Soul. A haiku.
Your love flows softly, delicately in and through my soul, like water. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click … Continue reading Water Soul. A haiku.
Shazam! A movie review.
Shazam! is an enjoyable, feel-good superhero movie reminiscent of 80’s family flicks. Billy Batson (Asher Angel) is a resourceful orphan looking for the mother he was separated from many years before. Placed with a new and quirky foster family, he … Continue reading Shazam! A movie review.
Cast. A poem.
Line cast before the storm, Sent and received Let waters churn Offer up your burdens And your soothing grace So that the tide might carry All concerns beyond This harbour’s boundaries And out into the wide And yearning sea. For … Continue reading Cast. A poem.
Laidback DM: Free Map – Sewer Neighbours
Time for a free map! I love drawing maps for Dungeons & Dragons adventures. I have far too many, though, so I give away my hand-drawn maps any chance I get. This week: Sewer Neighbours There’s nothing like neighbours who … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Sewer Neighbours
Invisible. A poem.
Sometimes, I feel invisible, someone the crowd will never see. The collective and the individual residing here inside of me. Sometimes, I feel invisible, my words a faint reprieve. Their subtlety and subtext, misconstrued and unperceived. Sometimes, I feel invisible, … Continue reading Invisible. A poem.
Upstart Photographer – Rosella
I like to think I’m a bit of a photographer (that’s just the upstart in me). I also like to think I’m a bit of a poet (also the upstart). Let’s put them both together, shall we? Cheers Steve 🙂 … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Rosella
Overkill. A poem.
A stream of consciousness, As deeply philosophical And wittingly succinct As Plato would suggest— Taut and streamlined, Delivered with equal measures Of eloquence and cynicism, Of fecund elucidation And resonant aspiration. Not every dinner conversation Needs such enigmatic, energetic discourse. … Continue reading Overkill. A poem.
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