Beached. A poem.
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.
Upstart Photographer #2. And complementary poems, to boot.
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.
Dust. A poem.
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.
Christmas. 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.
‘The All or the Nothing’ – My first book of poetry is available NOW!
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!
Narrative. A poem.
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.
Some Leibster Award Goodness: I’d like to thank the academy…
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…
Haiku Friday. ‘Judas’, a haiku trilogy.
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.
Dinosaur. A poem.
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.
Spin. 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.
The Sale. Part 15.
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.
Corners. A poem.
I’m driving home, too fast, as always, around curves on too narrow roads. My headlights pierce the darkness, painting the surrounding trees in lily white. Each trunk beckons lovingly, a world-stopping kiss and a permanent embrace. I am so tempted by each offer lying just beyond the guard rail, in wood and leaves and twisted metal. My wheels squeal on each corner as I ponder fate, as I always will and always won’t. Continue reading Corners. A poem.
An upstart photographer.
I used to take LOTS of photos. Well, I did when I was happier, better travelled, less single and less skint. I take less now. That doesn’t stop me from loving the odd bit of amateur, upstart photography. Nowadays, it’s … Continue reading An upstart photographer.
Reveal. A poem.
My smile is always tinged with sadness and regret, because even all this love I have can’t change what’s done and said. I’ll reveal to you my everything, be the oracle of my shame, Entrust you with my deepest hurt … Continue reading Reveal. A poem.
Crowd Pleasers. A poem.
We all, a crescendo of broken hearts, slivered by degrees, like fractured performance art, played out in front of voyeuristic crowds for residual affirmation and a single denarius. Come join me in the circus round so that we may hug … Continue reading Crowd Pleasers. A poem.
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