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.
Small Talk. A poem.
It’s just small talk. Idle conversation. But every sanguine movement of her mouth and every captivating word that passes those bewitching lips, buoys me like the drowning man lost on a tormented sea. She is the lifeline extended, dragging me … Continue reading Small Talk. A poem.
Haiku Friday. ‘Sands’. A haiku trilogy.
Sands. A haiku trilogy. 1. Beachhead Beachhead: we arrive. They abscond over the dune sea, we soon give chase. 2. Flight The flight of the few. Seeking life beyond the dust, they long to escape. 3. Lost The sand shifts … Continue reading Haiku Friday. ‘Sands’. A haiku trilogy.
WRYT. poem.
What are you thinking? A pen and pad displayed When the mind is set ablaze With notions of notoriety. All literal conventions will pale into non-consideration: a parley of truth and lie. What are you thinking? All this concordant bliss has left you here amiss, wandering through tattered halls in a mall without end, hankering for a bargain to make you more complete. What are you thinking? What distortions do you receive A bright and puissant reprieve from all the empty googling that makes up your days and leaves you none the wiser. And poorer, much more so. What. Are. … Continue reading WRYT. poem.
